1: What a strange view

Wrapped in a supple leather binding, Turner's spell book had a bluish cast. Not the dark angry blue of the deepest Northern seas but more of the frostier blue when the waves were tossed about on the surface. Down the spine of the book, the body of a kraken appeared to have attached itself with the tentacles curled around both the back and the front cover. When shelved two eyes would view all from the bookshelf. In mari multa latent, in the ocean many things are hidden, text was emblazoned in silver that encircled a compass rose in the center of the cover. Code!

Your life's work distilled into a tome... how could any but another wizard understand how bereft one felt when your spell book was missing? To be reunited was esctasy but the circumstances were troubling. To have had the snap breeched, pages splayed open for foreign eyes as secrets were probed before being recorded and all without consent felt like a very personal violation. Resentment burned as Turner glared at the prone one's remains. Had she not rendered aid thinking the one on the ground was not the monster? Looking at Code, her spell book, Turner doubted she had ever been so wrong as she reclaimed her book.

This one is the one with answers. Grimacing, Turner shook her head battling the feeling of being cheated not being the one to make her answer for her crimes. That is what the mage was wearing that blew powder into my face. That probably means we can find some of that powder somewhere in these supplies.

Bonus! I can now list the inventory on a proper sheet of parchment even if it's torn from her spell book instead on the outside of the boxes like in the hold.

"That book belongs to Turner?" Khezzik watches with what can only be described as hunger as Turner retakes possession of her spellbook. "And this one... Takeshi?" He guesses, based on the recognition in the old man's face. Then his gaze flicks slyly to the third book.

"And this book... to Khezzik, maybe?"

You quickly look through the woman's spellbook. Decoding the spells will take some time, but she has an index that makes it easy.
You learn that her name is Jeanna. Among her gear is also a healing kit. She properly the ship's doctor.

Leo is excited to see books, but saddened when they are quickly claimed/reclaimed by the others. All the best fairy tales and folklore are written in books. Most of the fascinating research he has done into other worlds and planes has been from spending late nights talking with Senobia and with Jeryth but also from studying books upon books in the Emerald Enclave libraries. Oh how he misses those libraries.

"Huh, these look interesting. Anyone mind if I take a look at these?" he says as he arranges the staff, sword, coins, and random personal belongings on the ground and uses his innate firbolg rituals to cast Detect Magic.

Leo can tell that the staff and sword are magical. There is also something in the top bunk that radiates magic. When Leo digs it out, he finds a leather-looking brace with some potion bottles attached. The potion looks like healing potions, but they are attached to the brace, and it to is magical.

Khezzik quietly stows Jeanna's spellbook away in his backpack, moving slowly in case anyone is about to yell at him for it. "Just keeping it safe," he says to nobody in particular. "This one will carry it in case anybody needs it." He's trying to appear calm and controlled, but is visibly quivering with excitement.

He then moves on to watching Lopeiros conduct his ritual, nodding along in parts as he tries to get his head around this unfamiliar way of casting a familiar spell. As the ritual concludes, he immediately begins pressing Lopeiros with questions about the items.

"What you see? Shiny weapons, magical, yes?" His glittering eyes glance sidelong at the short sword, clawed hands flexing unconsciously as he resists the urge to just grab it and run.

"What you found there?" As the firbolg digs the bracer out of the bedding. "More magic? Strange-looking thing. For holding drinks?"

Takeshi drew in air sharply at the sight of his scroll heaped upon a desk, unclasped and bare for any and all to read. Obsidian dragons crouched as studs on each end, both inset with eyes of jade. A protective case of cedar bore crimson designs reflective of the elements. An interlocking sigil hung open, forced apart by arcane prying. He closed his eyes and reopened them in an effort to contain his rising anger.

Then he noticed the kobold hefting the third tome. He moved forward and sternly spoke as he extended his hand to collect the spellbook from the kobold's hands, even as he retrieved his own with a practiced ease, "A moment, traveler."

Should the kobold yield the text, Takeshi scans the book and remarks, "That is a proper wizard's book--of no small degree. You may detonate yourself, boil your eyes, or worse if you are not careful. I could instruct you in its nuances if you'd like to make better use of its art than its former owner. However, I'd first like to decode its secrets to ensure...neither wards nor surprises await its use."

The wizard then turned to the bunks laden with objects of arcane importance. He tugged his beard and looked to Turner. He then took a pearl, a jewel-encrusted horn, and several pouches heavy with components. He muttered their alchemical names when he identified each object. He added toward the other wizard as he did so, "Initiate Turner, do you know the art of the Elevated Insight of the Crescent Owl? If you do, then we can swiftly identify the staff and sword. Ah, yes, and the resplendent axe!"

After about 5 min Takeshi wraps his head around the spell "portal magic". Its something to do with penetrating a wall and letting the ship pass through. There are several terms that he is unfamiliar with. He has no idea of what a Crystal Shell is, but apparently, the spell can open it.

Khezzik visibly deflates as Takeshi demands the spellbook, but his eyes go very wide at the offer to actually teach him the magic it contains.

"Yes," he says, nodding vigorously. "Yes yes yes-yes-yesyesyes. Please teach."

The wizard nods toward the kobold and remarks, "Of course."

After several minutes, his eyebrows arch significantly. Takeshi exclaims, "By the five elements! This arcanist moved between realms as if one could traverse between Kara-tur and Faerun. Oh, I shall need several minutes to copy. We shall need this ritual shoudl we commandeer this vessel."

While the wizards are transcribing, Khezzik is waving the shortsword around in a series of flourishes to get a feel for its balance. Nobody noticed him picking it up - it was on the blanket one moment, and in his little clawed hands the next. His movements with it are worryingly quick and deadly.

Khezzik is waving a shortsword around in a confined space with 4 other people. Perhaps he goes into the hallway?
But it feels good in his hands, and he can feel that his magical conduits are a bit more defined. But the edge feels like a normal sword.