Camp of the Damned. Andrew and Ryan-O are taking a stroll over to another part of the island so that they can try fishing with the spear. Yes, kids, that's right -- the Tribe of the Damned has had a fishing spear this entire time, and yet they have chosen to rely on improvised nets, a tiny supply of hooks, and, apparently, the power of hope. Oh, the irony. Andrew says that they're trying the other side of the island, because one of their maps indicated some "dorsal fins" on that side, so he thought there might be sharks or fish over there. Hey, I know! Let's go fishing where the sharks are! (Eye-roll.) Andrew says that he and Ryan-O were hoping that the other side would have "a multitude of fish." A multitude? Who says "multitude" in regular conversation? Can I look forward to some smiting and healing of lepers in this story? Anyway, Andrew is back in his grungy business suit and sneakers, so he looks pretty damn funny tromping off into the jungle. Ryan-O is in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, which is presumably what he was wearing when they got there. Relatively speaking, he looks normal. The fellas stomp their way through the various trees, occasionally pausing to consult about which way to go, based on their cartoon-like map. I keep half-expecting them to stop and look for the big "N," "S," "E," and "W" that the map indicates should be somewhere floating in the water. I have to say, bushwhacking in a suit? Is just funny.

Back at the Camp of the Damned, Tijuana reminds us that this is the morning when Drake will do its looting. As the S.S. Booty-Looter skims through the water, Osten explains that if Drake really wants to do them in, they'll take the pot, because without it, Morgan will be done for. "End of game," he says. As Trish gets off the boat and walks up the beach with Tijuana, she says that she feels really bad. "Oh, yeah, whatever," says Tijuana with a grin. You know, if she wasn't such a blind follower of Andrew the Raging Dickhead, I might kind of like Tijuana. She seems like a nice enough girl, and she does do work around camp, unlike Darrah, who just stares coldly at Trish's approach. With surprisingly convincing concern, Trish asks Morgan how they're doing. They tell her they're doing okay. "Our boys went to go fish," Tijuana explains. Oh, it would be so sad to have those be "your boys."