(OOC: Peter is last mentioned [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5501343]here[/url], fyi.)

Day 1, late afternoon:

Peter Conway had spent the day feeling like a Nervous Nellie. During the early morning hours, just prior to and just after sunrise, he'd hidden a significant portion of the cargo he'd salvaged in the jungle for later use ... by him, not the others.

Then, the Mission Coordinator sent Paula Kennedy out to investigate the jungle, putting in risk Peter's various illicit caches. He'd inconspicuously followed them down the beach, feigning to still be looking for scattered items of value, and once they'd disappeared inland, he'd slipped up into the forest and hid some of his stash a bit better.

And now, [i]fuck[/i], Kennedy was heading up into the woods [i]again![/i] Once more, he feigned working in their vicinity until they were several dozen yards into the thick jungle before once again slipping into the undergrowth to better camouflage his goodies. He made his way through the forest, taking his time to look for the little signs he'd left for himself; the markers weren't actually [i]at[/i] the sites of the caches but were exactly six paces south of them, thereby preventing anyone who saw and became curious about the signs from realizing what they indicated.

He'd visited the last of his little treasures and headed for the beach, emerging from the thick foliage to find himself face to face with a little girl...!