Yeah, a compass seems useful

You pry the compass out of its slot and give it an even closer look. The back, you find, has the words "May thee find thou way to a good time" crudely scratched into it over a much more artful etching of a cloud. The needle itself strangely appears to now be pointing behind you, but as you rotate so does it, always homed in your direction. After some maneuvering you realize it's not just pointing at you, it's pointing directly at your crotch.