"Bah, tweren't nothin but hangin onto some wreckage or another." He spits on the sand.
"I'll start with helpin ye with the boat. And aye, it ain't bad, all things considered. If it floats." He grins widely.
"Not surprised at all t'others'd wander about rather than puttin in any work, what with the cap'n gone."
Before he begins to help, he takes a soaked quill, a bottle of ink, and a soaked roll of parchment, and lays them out near the fire to dry off. "Bah, I hope these still work, tho." He mutters to himself. He lays down a broken piece of mast near at hand.
"So what's the plan? Ah, nevermind, we'll see what happens if'n we survive the night." And he sets to helping.
((Calvin has a Strength +3, so he moves things around as needed, especially looking for the heavy stuff.))