Accountable Property

Argh, what a nice ship got wrecked... The flotsam can't just be left here... It's our inventory assets! We're not allowed! Only we're scared guarding the remains of the ship here: the jungle is teeming with strange creatures, and mosquitoes are the stuff of nightmares, they are nearly as big as people. One of them stung Brody, our youngest one, and sucked some two pints of her blood on the spot. We barely brought the poor thing to life. She still stutters!
We can't leave the ship, but we can't bear to stay here any longer either! Pray, help us! Take care of the local beasts and we'll be very grateful to you. Also, we'll report your feats to the headquarters when we get back to the camp. Only we're afraid that's not gonna happen soon...
And yeah, if you come across anything edible, kill it and bring it here, because our bowels are roaring like hell. Our bellies are rumbling so loud that Greta mistook me for a tiger a while ago; we had a hard time getting her off the bowsprit.

Carnation essence is useless against local mosquitoes, you need to pile up crossbow bolts!

Wow, a tenderloin! We'll just smoke it a bit, then add some garlic and pepper to get rid of the tropical sores... Gonna make your mouth water!