Miles greedily picked up the bullets and pocketed them. "This treasure is for me." Miles hummed to himself. He looked deeper into the ship and considered going deeper to search for more treasures, but looking at the rusty pieces of metal blocking his path made him change his mind. He walked back out of the ship and back on the dock. A quick search of the few other rusty boats that were there proved fruitless.

Mildly discouraged, Miles trudged back onto dry land. He would start making his way back to the Outcast's camp as it was getting late in the day and Miles didn't want to have to spend the night out here if he could help it. There were several tall buildings that were in several states of decay. A small one story building caught his eye. The doors were still on their hinges and were closed. That meant one of two things. Either this building hadn't been looted yet, or was occupied. Regardless, there should be some good loot inside. Miles readied this .44 as he approached the door.