Jeremy stepped onto the sand and snorted displeasedly, glancing sideways at his broken caravel. His first mate Patrice is standing nearby. Some of his crew survived. Some of the pirates spat out sea water, others cleared their throats and came to their senses after the shipwreck.

— Well, guys... In any case, we need to explore the island and find at least temporary shelter. We'll have to become land rats for a while. — He grins, hoping to boost the morale of the pirates.