[Action] Please don't rock my boat

[promisebreaker]

[ Peter is sitting cross-legged on the sand inland far enough that he's past the rising tide. He's got a stick in one hand and he's drawing something in the sand. He's very clearly focused on what he's drawing. Occasionally, he reaches up and blurs out what he's written with the heel of his hand then re-draws it.

If one stands over his shoulder and looks, his sand drawings are clearly plans for some kind of shelter. He's taking their mission seriously, not necessarily because it was dictated to them, but because he wants to be prepared. No one will be surprised that he was a boy scout when he was younger. ]

Comments

[langsyne]

Vines might work.

[Straightening back up, Scott takes a moment to survey their surroundings, squinting against the sunlight as he slowly swivels his head from right to left.]

Do palm trees produce sap? Or something sticky we turn turn into pseudo-glue?

[Unfortunately, he's a mechanical engineer, not a biochemical one. Living things are totally out of his element.]

[promisebreaker]

[ Peter thinks about that a moment. ]

I don't think so? We might be able to find some trees here that do produce sap 'cause that's a good idea.

[langsyne]

What kinds are those? [Scott's already scanning the perimeter.] All I know are palm trees and 'other.'

[promisebreaker]

Uhm...trees aren't really something that I've--I've studied. Maple, for sure. Certain kinds of pine? Uh...beyond that...I don't know? We'd just have to look around.