Though more than a little reluctant to ever leave the circle of warmth around the fire, the entirely sensible points made by the others struck home; Callenda chided herself for being so single-minded in her search for immediate warmth that she ignored the questions of long-term needs.<br/><br/>"You're absolutely right.  We can surely find enough driftwood, sail and line to fashion shelter.  I don't know about the camouflage, our first efforts, without tools, won't be particularly strong, but should keep the wind off, and rain if the gods decide to kick us while we're down."  She looked around, turning to leave her back to the fire.  "Using the trees for support will give a better shelter, but the danger of being surprised is greater."  She eyed the goblins, and remembered the spear then... a moment's frantic searching and she located it, not too distant.<br/><br/>"Right, I'll start on building a lean-to at the treeline, if everyone's agreeable.  I'd recommend a single shelter for all of us, to share warmth... but that depends on what scraps we can find.  It's easier to jury-rig two smaller ones..."<br/><br/>For now she left the circle, naked but still more bothered by the wind than modesty, retrieved the spear and jammed it, butt-down, into the sand well above the waterline.  It stayed up, and after a couple of seconds she turned and began selecting scraps of wood and sail, but occasionally returned to the fire long enough to limber up when her hands became clumsy.