Haywood awaited instructions with his arms crossed, nodding sagaciously when Jessica said she wasn't here to make friends. “Just happens naturally, then. Amazing!” He started to get lost when she delved into King Arthur territory, wonder what she meant by 'grail'. Did she still think they'd be trying some heist now? As fun as that would be normally, Haywood could think of a few hundred things the castaways might be better served doing. Oh right, the kids. That nice lady from earlier seemed pretty frantic, so despite whatever animosity Jessica suggested lay between the two, it seemed like they'd be helping her get her family back. [i]Big shot on the outside, softie on the inside,[/i] he noted. [i]No way she's never met that soup guy all the minions're talking up.[/i] 

The others chatted a bit, but Haywood's short attention span led him to zone out. Instead he looked over toward where the adults had split. He watched the big guy head into the ocean, and take off like a jet when he hit the water. Maybe he planned to catch something for people to eat. There were a lot of mouths to feed around here, but that also meant a lot of hands to help. Some of the others appeared to be doing something in the underbrush, though Haywood couldn't quite make out what. His attention snapped back when Jessica mentioned his name. With nothing really to add, he gave a brisk wave to the timid-looking guy and prepared for his leader to make a plan. When it came, it turned out to be a simple one, but effective. [i]Scatter.[/i]

“Okay, let's get going then. Maybe we could use palm fronds to try and carry stuff we find.” He glanced around at the surroundings again, checking for options. The archipelago appeared to rest in a crude crescent shape, with the islands close enough together that the distance could be easily swum if not walked on sandbars. On this one, judging by the sun, the ocean lay to the east, and the foliage started on the west. He didn't know how far it extended, but searching the miniature jungle would be difficult no matter what. To the north, he could see a rocky area reaching a fair height. Rather than a singular mountain, it appeared to be a bunch of piled-up stone formations, which probably meant canyons, nooks, and crannies galore. The parents of the lost kids had gone into the jungle, and since Haywood figured he could leave the tougher task to the more experienced Banzai, he knew what to volunteer for.

“I'll comb the beach,” he announced. “Walk around the whole island, grab whatever I find. Maybe we'll get lucky.” No sooner had he said it then he began his mission, plodding north across the sand. After a few hundred feet, he stooped over a shapeless blue and red object, which he determined to be a beach bag. Sandals, a paperback, a watch, two towel cards, and both a bottle and stick of sunscreen. “Score!” With the bag in hand and thoughts of makeshift palm bags discarded, he continued on his trek.