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Tricky, looks around the ship for anything that might be useful. He locates some of the ship's medical supplies and walks off towards the lighthouse to bandage up sportzman.

The brandy gets passed around to all. Then captain MSJ says, "Aye! might as well follow this old cook to his house for the night...or day, whatever it is we're in. We'll work out plans for our own shelter after we've had some rest."

He then tosses the cane to Gavin, which he fumbles to the ground before picking it up. "Here, maybe this will help you keep up with the rest of us," the captain says. Gavin then politely hands the bill hook to MSJ.

Garla then proceeds to look for some more rope. The small bits he had found previously weren't going to help much. Many of the lines used to tie off to a dock had either been blown off or severed in the storm leaving very little to work with. After digging around in some of the debris, he does manage to find a coil of about 50 feet or rope. Its pretty thick and quite heavy.

Tricky wisely ignores the captain and digs around the upper deck for medical supplies. Unfortunately this was supposed to be pleasure cruise so MSJ didn't stock the first aid with much beyond a bottle of aspirin, a few band aids and a small tube of Neosporin. Tricky decides to go to the lighthouse anyway to try and help out Sportzman1. They will have to find better supplies on the island. He hurries out in the direction taken by Sportzman1 earlier and arrives at the lighthouse.

The rest of the group finally departs the boat and begins heading up the main path behind Al. There is a forested area to their right, and the light house and a small shed to their left.

Meanwhile, Sportzman1 had abandoned his idea of going into the lighthouse to try looking into the shed nearby. He's hoping to find some kind of medical supplies here, or more likely something he can use to help stabilize his arm. He approaches the shed. Finding the door, he sees an old rusty lock unclosed on the latch. Perhaps because in the past it became too rusty to use. He enters the poorly lit shed and finds some gardening supplies. He uses plant supports and chicken wire to fashion himself a crude brace for his broken arm. The bulk of the space in the shed is taken up by an empty boat trailer. There are a few life jackets piled up on a bench to the side.

If i see tricky enter the shed, or at least hear him in it, i follow and see if i can find anything useful. If i dont see him i just stick with the crew trying to take in my situation and surroundings.

Sportzman, now in a slightly more comfort looks for a weapon with his good arm. It could be useful later on.

Whispers to MSJ. "Uh..Captain, where exactly are we? Should we really have left the boat like that?"

As we walk, i look around to try and get a view of the area, and attempt to observe the main points around.

Tricky catches up to sportzman and attempts to help with the limited supplies at hand. He and sportzman then make jokes about MSJ's bad captaining skills.

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Sportzman continued to rummage through the shed that he had now realized was a boathouse. The door facing the lighthouse was a standard sized door while the wall closest to the dock was primarily made up of a large hinged door. The best weapon Sportzman could manage while perusing through the gardening supplies and life jackets was an old pair of hedge clippers. Hardly useful to him with his one good arm...

Meanwhile, Tricky had bounded into the lighthouse. Sportzman had a broken arm and the few supplies he had managed to pull together may help his friend out. The room he was in was very dark, lit only by the large rotating beacon on the floor above he could barely make out a wooden table with an oil lamp, a small can of lamp oil, and a large winding staircase leading to the level above. As Tricky glanced around the room Eric popped through the door. Eric had seen Tricky enter the lighthouse from the path, and had quickly caught up to him. "Wooh Eric, yeesh, don't sneak up on me like that" Tricky sighed. Eric apologetically grinned "Heh, sorry, I kinda expected you to not be alone... um, is Sportzman in here?". "If he is, I don't see or hear him... unless he went upstairs, that grinding is pretty loud". "HEY SPORTZMAN!!!"
No reply.
"Huh..." muttered Eric.

Al lead the remainder of the troop up the long walkway toward what was shaping up to be a very large house. Gavin took careful note of his surroundings, he observed the following:
The dock and boat behind him.
A shed and lighthouse surrounded by a walkway to his left. Tricky and Eric had just entered the lighthouse.
A forested area to the right.
A large mansion up the walk ahead of them surrounded by a courtyard.
A large garden separating the right side of the house and the forest.

Arriving at the front door of the mansion Al spoke up "well folks, here we are, be sure to wipe your feet". He opened the door and gestured for the group to follow him in. Garla wasn't feeling very comfortable with the prospect of leaving the boat out for the night in the condition it was in. He cleared his throat, stopping the group's entry. "Uh..Captain, where exactly are we? Should we really have left the boat like that?". Al interrupted before MSJ could reply "Come now, there's nothing we can do about it till the storm passes, you could get killed out there! You'd best all just come in for now." Al paused "Weren't there others with you earlier?".

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Al, MSJ, Garla, and Gavin are at the front door to the mansion.
Sportzman is in the boat house.
Tricky and Eric are in the lighthouse.