The group of survivors had apparently decided to split itself between two groups--well, three, if they counted that Turk guy diving back into the ocean for some food--which didn't much worry Masaru, in all honesty. At times like these, too many people working on a task was bound for disaster. How did that saying go again? "Too many chefs ruin the pot" or something? Bah, it wasn't as if he was one for proverbs, anyhow.

So... That garuda, the antman, the hunter, and that grumpy little elf had decided to tag along with him to the shipwreck, while everyone that wasn't Turk (or, well, that kitsune girl) had gone off to salvage supplies from the wilds near the beach. He could live with that; after all, it wasn't as if checking that ruined hull out would be an easy job.

"We should probably meet back here once we're all done with whatever it is we're doing. If anyone finds a good place to set up base, bring us there after we return. Won't get us all unless we're all here, right?"

Without asking for any further comments as he walked along, Masaru found it a shorter walk than he had anticipated to get to the ruins of The Arrowhead that had been brought to shore. Well... At least it had washed ashore and not been stuck at the bottom of the sea, right? That hunter had been gathering driftwood from the area soon after waking up (which Masaru found to be kind of a weird thing to do instead of checking for a functional body), so at the very least it was safe to assume that the storm that had tossed everyone off had taken place... Well, close enough to shore.

Damn, that sucked. So close, too.

Standing in front of the wooden vessel now, Masaru noticed that there was a gaping hole in the side of it that was large enough to fit a few people through at once. While convenient, the oni could only imagine how bad the damage was inside.

"Hold on; let me check things out first," he said, holding up a hand before stepping into the shipwreck. Light was filtering into the ship now, thanks to the sun's position and the multitude of holes in the ship. Well... At least it meant that nobody would be stepping on anything nasty any time soon.

"Alright, we're good. Check the place out; we've got a long ways to go."

Upon closer inspection, the place was a freaking MESS. Boxes holding supplies of all sorts were splayed out, the supplies within now tossed all over the ground or missing altogether. As much as this sort of development was to be expected, the fact that it was all still gone now was... Painful.

"Careful, though; broken glass all over the place. I think this was where they were keeping some of the more delicate stuff, so I think there might be a chance that something was kept safe enough for the ride," Masaru sighed, holding a now-shattered bottleneck that somehow managed to still give off the smell of liquor. "...Sadly can't say much about this, though."

Shaking his head, Masaru carefully placed the material to the side before continuing to (slowly) sift through the debris. Alcohol, though...

Maybe they had also kept the food here too? That would be REALLY helpful. But... Well, hopefully it didn't get the taste of the sea soaked into it or get eaten or something else by now. That would seriously... Not be good.