[b]C) Improve infrastructure[/b]
Amongst the orcs, hierarchy was once again asserting itself. The cabin orcs, below deck workers and general dogsbodies were re-trodden down, with the bigger, stronger orcs pushing themselves to the fore. The ship captains, each big and fearsome in their own right, each tried to place themselves in overall command, but none of them were willing to shed blood yet whilst their position was so perilous.

For now, then, the Captains' Council (as they called themselves) agreed on a few things. First, they wanted to build huts. It was wet and cold in the forest, and the "island" had wolves and other beasts that were best kept outside. "And you can't have an outside wi'out an inside" captain Long Shot argued. He was rapidly becoming regarded as the most forward-thinking of the orcs. "Make one of them a smoke-house" said iron guts, a huge orc who thought with his stomach, because it was at least twice the size of his brain. There was no shortage of hatchets and axes, and soon crude huts began to appear. Larger huts for the captains, ramshackle barracks for the rest, with one big hut containing a roaring fire for smoking the meat from the abundant game around here. It wasn't the most elegant preservation technique, but orcs were famed for their strong stomachs!