Morgan stretched his legs as he let his paws expand into the warm beach sands. He had already gathered some medium-sized logs in a pile near the destroyed docks, so he waited for everyone else to catch up before motioning toward the stack. "Thank you all for coming. As you can see, we'll be fixing up these docks today. If everything goes well enough, we'll be able to start fishing from here." He walked behind the logs and picked up what appeared to be a long straight branch with a long string attached to it. "I've made us some fishing poles using some supplies from the Junkyard. Once these repairs are finished, we can start fishing for more food."

The canine drew some water out of the nearby ocean and brought it around a log, then levitated it and set it down into an open space on the docks. "It's as simple as moving this wood into any open spots, and breaking off any broken pieces to replace them with new ones. These little logs are a lot smaller than when we originally cut them down, so any of you should be able to pick one up either by yourself or with a partner." He nodded and set the makeshift fishing pole back down, then got some more water ready.