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Ciara takes stock of the scattered supplies and broken crates, "We might be able to salvage some of this, nibbled upon or not, provided we can get it out into the sun and dried out before it rots or moulds, here, give me a hand." At that she looks amongst the wreckage that looks the driest for...

"Seems like the best option. We don't know how stable it is, I don't particularly feel like falling." Ciara joins actual cannibal Kriv LaDragon in the wreck.

"You like your meat rarer than I do. Still, if you want food now that's probably the best place to find it," Ciara says and then starts walking towards the boat.

Ciara points at the ship to the west, "our best bet of securing supplies is by looting the ship, even if all we do is grab a rope to tie it off, or drop the anchor, it would give us a moderately safe fallback point. What say we do that before exploring to find a longer term method of survival?"

Ciara roots through her bags and pulls out a leather bound journal/log/notebook thing. "That's an excellent idea. Since you're handy with the axe, and I'm handy with a pen. Well pencil, I can record while your axe the locals any questions. Rebecca?Apoc? There is strength in numbers, do you want...

Ciara nods, "water will be important, yes. But if there is fresh water on the island, then it will have to run somewhere, and all rivers hit the ocean eventually. We shouldn't try and jump straight to deep penetration, but circle first. Get our bearings. I still think that we should stick to the...

Ciara shakes her head,purses her lips at how her pants seem to have shrunk in the salt water, and replies to the half-man, "There are two pillars of civilization, fire, and pointy sticks. With those we can create what we need here to last long enough to spot a passing ship, and then use our life...

Ciara wakes up without her usual bleary eyed pre-coffee stupor just in time to see Rebecca stretch out in front of her, she puts her head back down, about to try and pretend that she didn't just sleep pressed up against the exceptionally endowed woman before she remembers just what island they...

Ciara is torn between embarrassment at being pulled into the position that Rebecca's got her in, and relief at not laying directly in the dirt. Post stressful event fatigue hits her like a brick though, and she's unconscious and drooling almost immediately.

Ciara clambers under the boat beside Rebecca, "Fine, but if I wake up eaten, I'm blaming you."

"We're going to want to set up a watch. Unless you want those fish people to get us while we sleep. I'd rather not be asleep while the apparently man-eating dragon-man is awake, so I can be one of the ones on first watch."

"Yeah, it's a start. Next you can find some brightly coloured frogs and eat them. See how safe those are." Ciara shakes her head at the meatheaded Dragon.

"You want to catch something to eat. We're on Terra Incognita, known to be incredibly dangerous, and, rather than try and create a strong point where we can actually eat safely, you want to go hunting. Brilliant. I don't suppose you know what's actually safe to eat outside of the supplies that...

With stable land beneath her feet again, Ciara stretches an looks around, "We're going to want to fort up. If this place has things like the sirens and kraken guarding it's entrance, it's going to get worse, rather than better. Fire and Stakes seem like the easiest place to start. Assuming we...

Str = [(5+4)+3 Str + 2 Bonus] = 14 With the dragonman in the boat, and a little experience under her belt, Ciara starts rowing with slightly more competence than her earlier showing.

Ciara leans out on the opposite side of the boat to help counterbalance the weight of the dragon-man climbing in.

Ciara struggles with the oars, and tries valiantly to row in time with the others on her side of the boat. Sadly her lack of experience, and difficulty seeing through the pounding rain mean that she's barely adding power to her side of the boat. [Str = 1+2+3str+2bonus = 8]

Shaking her head, Ciara grabs an oar and tries to point the small life boat towards shore.

Ciara watches in shock as Rebecca cuts the rope, sure that she's doomed them all.

Ciara does a quick count of the seats in their boat, and points to the closest people who will fit, "You, you, you, and you. Get in. The rest of you get to the other boats. If we all get in this one, it will sink or capsize, and we'll drown just as surely as if we stayed on the ship. Keep your...