You grab a yellow fruit. It has a rather rough skin and, most unusually, a torus shape, with the stem sticking out from the inner ring like the air valve on an inner tube. Shrugging, you take a bite. You feel a brief falling sensation...no wait, you really are falling. Or rather, your point of view is dropping. It only lasts for a brief moment. Looking at Jeremy, you wonder what just happened, when you realize you're looking up at her. Staring at your reflection in the nearby sea, you find that you've dropped from your regular 5'6" to about 4'10". "Dammit," you groan, "is there anything around here that doesn't transform you?"
Jeremy shrugs. "Well, the fish didn't do anything. I guess we ought to stick to that."
You sigh. "Yeah. Crap, it's getting late. Do you know of a good place to sleep?"
She nods. "There's an old shanty about a mile up the beach. It's a little run-down, but the walls and roof are all intact, and it's got a fireplace."
You make your way to the shack and head inside. It's dilapidated, all right, but it's better than sleeping outside. You set to work building a fire and shaking out the dust from the blankets while Jeremy goes out to catch some fish for dinner. Inspecting the cabin, you find a few items of interest: an old book with faded gold lettering on the cover, a bottle of some unknown beverage (likely alcohol, judging by the smell,) and a trunk of old clothes.