Turk looked at Masaru and Yukine blankly. He guessed they thought the plan changed. The way he saw it, the plan didn't change. Sure, they were shipwrecked and with little supplies. Tired, soaked in water, probably injured. But the people back home were relying on them to do their duty.  And it wouldn't do to have the next boat come the end of next year only to find a bunch of lazy globs holed up in a bunch of shacks. No sir, that wouldn't do at all.

That being said, he [i]was[/i]hungry.
Maybe small steps would have to do for know. He was about to agree, but it seemed the both of them already knew that and had wandered off. Well, wasn't that peachy. He took a deep sigh and rolled his shoulders.

He looked at the ocean again. [color=ed1c24]"Well, I'm ofta get some food."[/color] With that he jogged down the beach, over the driftwood, and waded into the water. Eventually, a surf overtook his head and he vanished beneath the waves.