I lie in the dark, and the fire illuminates Jerry's naked outline. I notice Chez moving away. I too shift further away, towards the back of the shelter. But I can't sleep. I'm far back, but all it takes if for Jerry to shift in his sleep. I'm too traumatised by the shipwrecking, that I don't think I can handle any more penises.

I start screaming at doggy "We can't leave DEP there alone in the night, put me down and get your hand off my ass, now! Help me move DEP under cover you dumbass."

There's really no one else wandering around, just Trauma and Reboot who follow you as you carry Suebe over your shoulder back towards the cave; your other hand holding a torch up to light the way.

Clearly she is not dealing well with Poop's death.

Shivers both from the cold and from the memories. The shipwreck, the perilous swim to shore in the middle of the night, naked Jerry...

Your eyes stay wide open, just staring out at the flames.

note: It is the middle of the night.

Many of you should try to get some sleep.

Unless there's something wicked crazy going on (like the cheeselog/mobase situation) I will just take you over for a post or two and say "you finally went to sleep."

You have until Monday night at 11:00pm EST before I take this action.

On Tuesday the morning of the second day will begin. Please do not post a "Oh sweet, it's morning now yawn and stretch" comment until I announce that it is morning (this will likely be done between 11:00pm Monday and 2:00am Tuesday)

*rolls over in his sleep closer to Marz.*

I turn to Smarty and MHA and look them directly in the eyes and say very deliberately:

"Look. This stuff is going to be VERY MUCH wanted in a matter of hours. If we are stupid with this stuff, we will all die not long after it runs out. I suggest that the three of us hide this sh*t for now. In the morning when we can take a look at what we have as a situation, then we can decide what to do with it. Until then, we need to be smart with it, and that requires as few heads as possible. Since the three of us have it, were smart enough to recognize it's value, and everyone else is acting like idiots, I think WE need to take care of it as soon as possible.

I very very strongly suggest that once it is dark dark dark and everyone is relaxed / asleep - i.e. in about 15 minutes, we very quietly bury it here, here, and here" - pointing out three nondescript looking spots.

"Again, our lives are going to depend on what happens to this stuff in the next 48 hours. Each of us should take one of the kitchen knives and keep it on our person at all times. Smarty, you take the odd one out, so you will have two.

In order to ease suspicion, leave the blankets, air mattresses, sheets and beach ball out. The rest of the contents 'never made it to the beach', understood?"

As Jerry moves nearer, I know that tonight I will not be sleeping. I need to take my mind off..... things. As I move my head slightly, I can see MHA and a few others talking by the water. I know it's MHA, as her buxom silhouette is framed by moonlight. I wonder who she's with... I also wonder what they're doing. I continue to watch.

Nods in agreement with Moe and whispers, "So we'll hide the goods and once we get a better bearing on or situation we'll move from there. We should also mention that John didn't make it and that a majority of the stuff went down with him and there was no possible way to salvage it. It'll make it more believable." Turns aroud and notices Marz is looking towards them, so I smile seductively and wink, while hiding the kitchen knife out of view.

MHA notices me looking and winks. Is she coming on to me?

*In the middle of the night, the crackling of the fire disturbs my slumber. On my skin, the fire feels warm, cozy, a blanket in the cold air of the night that covers the side facing it. Stuck in that realm between awake and asleep, mesmerized by the dancing flames I stare watching the fire and beyond it towards the sea at the same time. In the distance the yacht; in my field of vision I'm seeing but right through it.

*As my eyes scan my surroundings I make peace with the fact that this is not a dream, that I am really here on the sand, facing this fire, stranded on this island. My memories turn back a few hours; getting a cool drink of fresh water when I discovered DEP's dead body. Struggling with the current, going through his pockets. The ring. Tucked in the fifth pocket of my jeans. It's safe. Can't remember how he removed it or why. Suppose I'll never know now, seeing how he is dead. Dead.

*SuckersKlub is dead too. Feeling hardly anything at the thought of his passing. Didn't think his life would end the way it did. To each their own, I suppose. Knowing how many people were actually at the yacht, I wonder who else has perished. I close my eyes and curl tighter to keep warn in light of the dying fire. Soon I doze off again.*

"I'm going to tell everyone about the food right now. I think they should know and we should party down and pig out on all of this," Smarty says.

There is a moment of nervous silence between them before Smarty laughs a bit. "I'm just messing with you guys," he says; "I agree. If everyone finds out they're going to tear through the supplies in no time."

The three of you in agreement, you temporarily stash the bags among the foilage, intending to come back later in the night in order to bury it in the designated spots.

Before you doze off, as you stare into the open sea you realize that you aren't staring through the yacht, but rather that the yacht is no longer there. It must have finally sunk.

And then you doze off or whatever.

In a low, threatening voice, "Thats a good boy Smarty. Because if you had said a word, you might have had a very unfortunate accident. And we wouldn't want that now would we?" Goes off to hide the supplies, making sure no one notices and then sits next to Marz, staring deeply into the flames.

I'm going to sleep next to DEP tonight. He deserves this.

I wonder what those 3 were doing? What was that they put into the bushes? I see MHA come my way, I feign sleep so she hopefully won't know I was watching. But what I saw runs through my mind..... Should I do anything about it? Then Maggie sits next to me. Well, if I was going to do something, I can't now.

"I know you're awake Marz. Its OK. Those bags we hid in the bushes were what was left of John after the shark attacked him. Moe, Smarty, and I were going to bury him quietly and in a dignified manner. He gave his life to protect us. We didn't find much in the way of supplies just some blankets, air mattresses, sheets and a beach ball. How are you holding up?"

*Reads about a private party yacht off the coast of California lost at sea. Apparently is was hosting a "convention" of sorts from LasVegas...*

*Checks to see if anyone has posted it yet*

*Sits in plime chat and waits for survivors*

I sit up and smile sheepishly.
"sorry, I just wasn't sure what was going on"
I look back at the bushes and shudder.
"I'm okay, quite comfy here really."
I lie back down. Suddenly, knowing Aggie is here, makes me feel safer from naked Jerry, and I feel my eyelids droop.

"Wanna cuddle? I'll keep you safe from those bad dreams. You can even use my boobs as pillows ;-D." I say as I lay back and pat my chest.

Cow. Just cos mine aren't as big as hers. S'not fair. But a pillow would be nice. Cripes, trapped on an island with the Plimate males is already making me eye up the women. I need to get off of this place.
"No thanks Aggie, I'm alright"

*farts in his sleep something fierce, as if he just ate Taco Bell.*