In the span of ten minutes Verdant had circled back to a less populated part of the shore, took a dip to find some acceptable fabric from the shipwreck, noted the absurd amount of fabric floating randomly in the shallows, caught a particularly plump red snapper, and returned back to the beach to rejoin the larger group.

She approached from a bend in the shoreline, out of sight from the group of survivors. She wore what once was a baggy waist-high pants for someone much taller than her, torn here and there and tied with some makeshift laces to create something akin to a sackcloth. The color was a wild mismatch, but she didn't care much about it. In one hand was a vaguely ovoid bundle, and in the other hand was a half-eaten snapper she took a bite off from now and then - still raw and scaly.

She'll judge if the other survivors were worth sticking with or not.