Juzo had managed to pass the boredom on the trip over by fishing, but he'd had to put that to a stop when the storm hit and he joined everyone else in trying to keep the ship afloat. He remembered the ship running aground and than plunging into the water and than it all went black.<br/><br/>Juzo woke from a dream of failure after failure as water continually flooded his dream forge to find himself on a tropical island. He took an assesment of himself first, noting that everything seemed to be in one piece. His clothing was in terrible shape, although he was originally dressed thickly enough that it still managed to preserve his modesty for the most part. If he didn't patch it up soon walking around in it would only make things worse, the current tears growing wider and causing it to fall apart relatively quickly.<br/><br/>He seemed to have washed ashore by himself, but he could make out a few other survivors scattered amongst the debris in the not too far distance, it was the remains of the ship that drew his attention more fully however, as he stared at the ship for a long moment, trying to determine if there was any hope at all of salvaging any part of it to get home on.<br/><br/>Giving up on that idea, and noting how thirsty he was, he began rummaging among the debris looking for his supplies, or anyone else's for that matter. Hopefully any waterskins seals would have held, or they'd be full of salt water, "And I hope my tools are alright too... So much for ships being the safest way to travel."