Thanox waited while the Oni Masaru checked to make sure the ship was safe. He was a bit surprised when a small elf and a kitsune joined them. The kitsune looked fit at least, but the elf seemed frailer. Still it was not his place to judge, and if she wished to do what she could to help everyone then that was commendable. 

After a moment Masaru returned and gave the go ahead to check the ship. Thanox glanced around the inside of the ship, the outside had looked very rough but even that didn’t compare to the inside. Crates and boxes containing supplies personal belongings were smashed open, their contents scattered everywhere, most of them soaked and ruined. Thanox clicked his mandibles together in irritation, it didn’t look like they would find much in here, but anything would be better than nothing, and so he began to pick up some of the heavier pieces hoping to find something that had remained intact.

A sudden shriek caused him to whirl around, his boomerang already in hand. The noise came from the kitsune who laughed and explained that it was just sea slime. Thanox relaxed, but kept his boomerang in one of his lower hands. It may have been nothing this time, but it would do no good to be unprepared for trouble in an unknown land. The kitsune also pulled out a scythe, a farming tool from what he had learned, it might come in handy, assuming they were able to raise crops.

When she asked about seeds, Thanox saw a small bag on the floor. It was ripped open and the contents were gone, most likely swept out to sea, but on the side it was labeled corn. “This one is gone, but there may be others nearby. I will keep looking.” 
So far the search was not looking promising. However it had only just started, there was no need to be disheartened yet. Even if they could not recover enough supplies, they were all skilled individuals they would find a way to survive.