Dr. Rider struggled against the water, pulling along the crates, his limb exhausted. He was glad that Collin had gone along with his positive spiel and vaguely agreed to focus on the task at hand rather than pin his hopes on a rescue that may never be. Reaching the shallow water, the crates proved more difficult to drag along the sand, but the two managed to get them on shore. Dr. Rider flipped the locks open and pushed up the lid of the crate with a grunt of physical effort. "Ah" he sighed, recognizing the dark green and navy tents, folded and bound with rope. The crate was dedicated to camping equipment, "This may come in handy" he said, spotting the pots for cooking food. Shattered glass littered the crate, one of the gas lamps broken, luckily two others more securely packed were miraculously intact.

Helping Collin open another crate Dr. Rider exclaimed "I think we hit the jackpot". He was sure this one contained medical supplies, remembering his preparation. "See, there must be something in here for you to help May" he said with an encouraging smile to Collin. Dr. Rider looked out at the ocean again. If the teams supplies were still salvageable, his equipment must be nearby, he hoped. "I'll keep looking.. you use what you can" Dr. Rider enthused and stepped away, back into the water.

Will considered May's offer, "Sure" noticing that anything to take her attention away from the pain and grief of her own injury would be a good thing. He came closer to her and turned to let her see his wound, pushing his messed up hair out of the way, the pain in his head feeling stronger that now he became more exhausted and dehydrated.