Aldrich listened as the other spoke, offering up their suggestions.  Their options were limited to the burning hot beach, or the sweaty humid jungle.  Neither prospect held much appeal, but Aldrich was no stranger to harsh conditions.  From the moment of waking to now, his sense of awareness had sharpened into focus.  The deeply ingrained habits formed from a life of servitude and subjugation were thankfully not lost on him now.  It was a bitter kind of gratitude, but one he was in position to balk at.  Seeing now that the Captain was alive and - relative to the numerous dead - well, Aldrich began to scan the beach for anything at all he might use.  His eyes settled on a snapped and splintered boarding pike.  It was roughly about a foot shorter than himself, but upon picking the thing up he felt satisfied enough with its weight, and reassured by the solidity of it in his hands.  
As he had stooped down to retrieve it, he noticed a fluttering in the breeze.  Walking over to inspect, he found a rough piece of torn parchment, miraculously pinned beneath some detritus from the boat.  He gently pried it out and looked it over.  It appeared to be a map, though Aldrich could make neither heads or tails of it, a sad holdover of his stunted education.  He scowled at the enigmatic document, but kept it all the same.  Someone else was bound to be able to decipher it's secrets.

Turning back to the group, now all similarly armed, he offered his own findings.  
"Not much to be had here, but I found this.  Seems to be a map," he added somewhat sheepishly, "I don't know how to read it."  He held it out for someone to take, as he gratefully accepted the water flask from Kjetil.  Aldrich was well accustomed to rationing, and would not succumb to the temptation of slaking his thirst, despite how dry his mouth currently was.
"It seems as though the jungle is the popular option," Aldrich reasoned to them, "At the very least we should find some welcome shade, but perhaps we should try not to go too deep.  If we can keep the coast in sight, or at least in earshot we may stand a better chance of finding our way."
Though, as he spoke his eyes landed on the peculiar carving at the mouth of the jungle.  It's likeness' teeth bared in a ghastly snarl, as if to ward away any would-be interlopers.
Despite the stifling heat of the sun, Aldrich felt a chill descend his spine.