[Funkduder]

As Michael was roused from his sleep, he felt his stomach rumble a little, giving evidence of his hunger. Over the days of traveling (which he slept through almost entirely) he recovered from the wormwood, taking water, once in a while, by filtering it from the ocean, but his normal rations depleted and he had to switch to pills, which he was not used to. He had used 2 now, and was reluctant to use another, even as his stomach rumbled. The side effects of supplements and poisons seemed to be hurting him more so than it would hurt other people, giving him a new caution towards them.

He opened the side door to stretch out before saying, "I'm gonna go look around for something useful. Anyone feel like following?"