Raphaela frees herself from her safety belt and drops gracefully to the ground. She retrieves her knife and, with a glare that could curdle milk directed towards the assembled, stomps off into the trees.
The day looks to be beginning surprisingly well, each of you are familiar with the rain patterns of the area. Outside of the squalls that spin off of the magical storm far to the south, you can expect rain every night as the sun goes down. The middle part of the days are sweltering, any activity between noon and three could very easily fatigue you, typically people living in this clime will break or nap during that time.
Thanks to your swift journey to the island you have a decent store of food, and fire isn't much of a problem unless it rains. Shelter is something of a concern, there's no real good shelter from the heat and rain at the moment, and you know from experience how miserable it can be to try to sleep out in the rain. For weaponry you have the crude spear that Rollo has been working on, the knife of Raphaela's , and temporary spears, bows, and arrows from Griselda.
The big question is, what are your plans for the day, for the next few days, and long term?