I took everything apart with the ice pick in the kitchen and pantry, then loaded my pockets with screws and washers from hinges of cabinets, an old coffee maker, the remaining nails in what used to be the table that I hadn't already taken, anything that had iron in it, whether it was alloy or wrought. Everything was pretty much still operational as long as the new coffee maker didn't break any time soon. And doors on cabinets weren't all that important anyway.
Each piece I found had been rust-proofed with a waxy substance that had most likely been spray-bombed on every surface during this ship's yearly inspection. My ice pick made quick work of it, though.
But I still didn't have enough to make the trip to deep space.