"I'm sure there are some ropes washed ashore, attached to the sails or similar.  Or if someone has more practical skills than me" she glances at Callenda "it might be possible to fashion ropes from the clothes of those not as lucky as us.  I tried but..."  she shrugged with a laugh.  "Even aside from warmth, a shelter would keep any potential rain off and, if we covered it with sand, might even hide us from unfriendly eyes.  At a quick glance, at the very least."