Supplies

SPACE The barbarians and the limping man stand, finishing their meal. The barbarians begin looking about for signs of other survivors.

SPACE Having sighted the dwarf rushing away toward the other end of the beach, the limping man calls out loud to him, “Sable! Grant!”
SPACE The dwarf turns about and recognizes an acquaintance. “Garn?” he pauses. “So, ye live…”
SPACE Garn attempts to ignore the pain in his limp and closes the distance between himself and the dwarf called Grant. They speak briefly and then Garn and Grant rush off into the treeline’s skirt of underbrush.

SPACE The barbarians have all but forgotten their new found and limping companion. The dark haired one is prowling about the other bodies that have washed up on shore, carrying that busted oar like a giant club. It appears he is searching for crew members the storm left alive, hoping to finish the job.
SPACE The blonde barbarian follows behind, eyes alert.
SPACE They each begin dragging the dead into a large pile near the coral cliff. The blonde human seems to be stripping the bodies and piling their belongings in the sand nearby.

SPACE The silver-haired woman walks towards the other end of the beach. She slowly scales the same tree the barbarians raided for fruit and begins knocking more of the yellow gourds from their branches.

SPACE The blonde woman looks off into the distance of the ocean. At first it seemed she was watching the two swimmers, now almost to the shore, but further observation of her actions show she is peering off into the quickly approaching storm.

SPACE It could very well be the same storm that flipped Salty Death into her casket. If such is the case, you are all in for a dangerous night. She begins making motions in the air and seems to be mumbling under her breath.

SPACE The swimmers are very near the shore. One of the men seems to be a poor swimmer, though he is managing to doggy-paddle his way back to the beach. The other, the dark-skinned man, seems to have disappeared.

SPACE The blonde woman has a patch of material set beside her which she fills with water from the ocean. There is also two wine bottles and what appears to be a waterskin stuck in the sand.
SPACE When she finishes filling them all, she stands and offers the skin to one of the swimmers, who has collapsed on the beach, exhausted, near her. The other swimmer is still nowhere to be seen.
SPACE The silver-haired woman descends and gather up the fallen fruits. She immediately begins feasting.

SPACE A cry from the jungle reports of pain. It seems that maybe the oar-carrying barbarian has found a crew member still breathing. “There’s one over here!” you hear him yell.

SPACE The storm clouds have darkened considerably, even in the last few minutes. It won't be long...