Ship of Echoes — Salvage from Tlazohcamati's Wake

The wreck sits half-swallowed by the bayou: warped planks draped in mangrove roots, a carved prow lost beneath oily water. Where the current eddied around a broken mast, the party fought the angry spirit Tlazohcamati and the undead ochitlains that clung to the wreck like barnacles. Between the soaked timbers and the bones of a long-buried crew, they found offerings to an old eagle-lord, ritual tools shattered by time, and odd magical residue left by a glyph-touched eel and a grief that kept echoing through the hull. The haul is a mix of practical salvage for shipwrights, ritual components prized by temple hands, and a few items that hum faintly with the wreck's sorrow — the sort of things a level-one party could carry away and trade, bargain with, or use to pique a priest's interest.