((Shifting pronouns from awkward first person plural to second person singular.))
The summoning is a success; a raven-like spirit answers the call. It is now loosely bound to serve, mainly to help search for interesting items. In exchange, you will banish its collection (pending your approval) alongside it, when you no longer have need of the helper. It will not attempt to steal what you have claimed, and won't be of any use in a fight other than as a possible early warning. Unless you stop somewhere, the spirit will store its collection in one of the inner pockets in your wizard's coat.
The summoning leaves you tired, but still mostly functional.
A few hours of wandering the beach and searching through the flotsam yields several salvageable items:
More coils of rope than you could possibly carry, even with a wheelbarrow.
Bolts of un-dyed cloth.
A kobold-height barrel of fresh water that survived intact. It is about 3/4s full after getting clean and quenching your thirst.
Two unsealed kobold-height barrels, partially filled with seawater.
Seventeen more servings of jerky.
A few poles, ranging from six to nine feet long.
Lots of fishing gear. You've never been fishing.
A carefully padded create with eight magical potions: You can identify three of standard healing, and one of mana. Unidentified are one orange, one yellow, one dark purple, and one black.
An ornamental dagger you could wield as a shortsword. You're not sure how to fight with it, or how good it is, but it's sharp.
A dented iron pot.
Seventeen silver coins.
Fifteen shiny rocks.
A box of iron eating utensils.
Two hammers.
A small metallic locked box. It rattles.
A key (does not work with box).
An old ring that probably is not important.
Lots of scrap wood.
A metal flute. You could play a few songs acceptably with it.
Some iron ingots, scattered around.
You have five unclaimed pockets, but probably can't stuff them without becoming encumbered.
There is a wreckage to the north. There is an ocean to the east. There is a wreckage to the south. There is a forest to the west.
You are in good health and fully satiated. Morale is not applicable to an entity such as you.
The day is 3/4s done. A cool breeze gently wafts southwards, smelling strongly of seawater.