Juzo managed to locate the remains of his pack fairly quickly, he'd been wearing it at the time the ship went down so it hadn't strayed far. The pack was in terrible shape, and most everything in it was completely ruined. He let out a sigh of relief when he found that the bag of holding with his precious tools inside had survived, but his waterskins and rations were nowhere to be found. If they'd made it to shore, scavengers had made off with them while Juzo was unconcious. His various adventuring supplies, prepared for just about any occasion, hadn't survived the trip either. "Well... I'm not really sure what lesson to take from this, I had the best quality backpack anyone without magic can make. "Get a wizard to do it" really doesn't seem like the most sage advise."<br/><br/>Juzo looked up about than as Erika approached, holding the bag in his hands. He responds to her request calmly while thinking about how to proceed, "Not as much as I'd like. My fishing gear made it, so I might be able to catch something to eat, but if my waterskins washed ashore, I can't identify their remains."<br/><br/>His eyes wander a bit as she twists her body just so, "And the only thing around here I see safe to eat or drink is you my lovely. It seems your clothing made out even worse than mine." As Juzo says this he looks down at his clothes and frowns, before starting to strip, "They're already in rags, they'll be irrecoverable if I keep wearing them before I have a chance to mend them."