Roga spent a lot of time on the road, so navigation is second nature to him.  Unfortunately, he becomes so engrossed in the task that he misses out on signs of other survivors.  No matter, though, as just these people will have his hands full.  He keeps the map he's making in his mind until he can find a pen.  Finally, though, he notices something up a hill on the beach.<br/><br/>"Ooh, I've heard of these!" he says as he climbs the dune.  "They're called coconuts, and they're supposed to be extremely good eating."  With little effort, he jumps up and knocks the coconuts out of the tree one-by-one until they're all on the ground.  He does a quick count and his lips purse.  There don't seem to be enough.  He looked back at the naga: she was bigger than the people usually fed... well, person.  But there was no helping the matter, and he smiled as he gathered up the coconuts.<br/><br/>"Well, I like to think I'm off to a good start," he says.  "Now, the sailors who told me about them said they were a bit hit-and-miss regarding taste, just so you know."  He picks up one of the coconuts.  "So, do we want to talk about ourselves a little more, now that we have breakfast to make conversation over?"