Who: Ford Pines and anyone who comes across him -- or smells what he's cooking
What: Stranded in a strange world, foraging for food, cooking game over an open fire -- it's just like old times. He'll share what he's got, if you want it.
When: The first three or four nights in port
Where: Out on the beach by the shanties

For someone wrapped up in a turtleneck and a coat, Ford is surprisingly at home on a beach. He's got a good-sized fire going by the time the sun starts to get low on the horizon, and enough wood stacked next to it to keep it going for hours. He's found a metal rack in one of the quaint little cabins along the beach, and he's using it to cook what's been caught or foraged for that day -- or, on another night, he's got stew boiling in a great big pot, with empty coconut shells if he runs out of real bowls. It's fish (or other sea life) and edible vegetation, mostly -- because while they have two weeks' worth of non-perishable food, why waste it? Why live on jerky and peanut butter when this island's full of edible flora and fauna? Feel free to bring him a boar if you want to show off, though.

And besides, it's always more fun to get a fire going and cook out in the open.

It's nice out here, even if the Barge and its strange flashes of different colors is a bit distracting. The food smells great. Ford's had a lot of practice at this. Though he won't wave anyone over, he doesn't seem hostile or defensive. Really, there's way too much food here for one person, so he was probably planning to share anyway. Come take a bite of this weird squid thing he caught. It's not poisonous, promise! He tried it himself. Or stick to the coconuts. Up to you.