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As Sonia introduced herself and addressed the group with discussion about the situation and what to do, the sailors gathered around looking thoughtful, but most didn't seem to have much to contribute. Evidently being lost on a terrestrial land mass wasn't their specialty, especially without their captain. A few did speak up though - the first of which was a woman looking to be in her late twenties, with brown hair in a bob-cut that could have been neat on a normal day. "We should look for the captain, and the others who are missing. It's possible that they washed up on a beach nearby. We could send scouting parties in either direction." She glanced around along the coast, squinting slightly as she took in the distance. A few of the other sailors nodded in agreement - it seemed they were fairly motivated to regroup with their captain and the others in their crew. Surely many were missing and worried about their shipmates.

The quartermaster spoke up next, stroking his chin in a discerning manner. "Certainly, but ensuring our own survival is of foremost importance. We should try to locate a source of sustainable food, as well as secure shelter." He glanced at the cooking fire, the smell of roast fish a pleasant reminder to his nostrils. "Nice haul, by the way," he said to Nanashi with approval. "I suppose you're not all troubles and headaches."

Talk of leadership and elections caused a very moody but equally pompous Sir Landon to enter the discussion, stepping into the midst of the group tailed by his squire. "I should lead things here, of course. I [i]am[/i] royalty, after all, just a few hairs away from the King, really," the nobleman declared proudly, to the dissenting groans of the sailors. "First off we need to build some chairs and beds - my joints are killing me. You lot are probably used to sleeping on dirt and rocks but a refined noble like myself needs something more fitting for my class," he ordered, assuming leadership despite a general sense of dissent from the sailors.

"Of course milord, why don't we all prioritize our efforts building you a throne for your tender little ass? Seems more important than safety, survival, and gettin' back to civilization," one of the sailors jested, to Lord Landon's irritation. A bit of commotion and tension was starting to develop between the nobleman and the sailors, as Landon's page tried his best to quell the situation.

Meanwhile, the traveler with the roguish leathers and wide-brimmed hat stepped towards Sonia, flashing a mysterious smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Sonia Al-Hathya. Name's Ryland," the man tipped his hat in smooth fashion, his rugged handsomeness smug under its shadow. "You know, if I had to be stuck on an unknown island, I'd definitely choose to be stuck there with a beautiful, capable lady like yourself," he said with a lift of his eyebrows. "Who knows, maybe this whole thing could turn out to be rather auspicious in end, hmm?" he shrugged, still wearing his charming smile. It seemed the man wasn't being particularly subtle with his advances!