Dane had done some traveling before, and knows what it is like to travel while hungry. This experience gave Twix' words about supplies more gravity. He poked his head outside, and in the fading light he could see small creatures coming out to feed on their irreplaceable foodstuff.
He launched his athletic body down the stairs and ran to the partially opened crates, swinging his torch at the crabs and scaly creatures which seemed to find ship's crackers very appetizing.
"Back, vermin!" He croaked through his abused vocal cords.
Dane swung and smashed with his torch until the beach was free of small creatures, but was populated instead with several flattened and oozing piles which were not likely to threaten their precious supplies.
Smiling smugly at his contribution to this small party of survivors, Dane turned to find that he had inadvertently set their pile of crates aflame.
His mouth dropped open as the fire ate at the wood.
