Thankfully no-one has noticed my continued furtive and secretive activity that I've not been drawing attention to.

Suebe knows, but her silence is assured as I'm being generous with the islands of only supply of mouth rather than ass-cigarettes.

*Circles the clearing, checking things out before heading to the fruit trees. Gathers an armful of fruit and stashes it in the woods.

*Wakes up on shore.. yawns.. looks around for some females.. or corona and lime laying on the beach, just in case i'm dreaming

::Wakes up feeling well rested. Wants to get up, but has some difficulty due to tree in ass. Luckily there's significant counterbalance protruding in front ;)

Pretty sure, i'm not dreaming.. I notice 2 people attempting to swim back to the ship.. one playing with a shark that seems kinda friendly? maybe.. takes off my pants and ties the legs together to make a bag and attempt to swim out to ship and help with supplies

::After the initial shock of seeing the body float by, I step into the bank to test the softness of the muddy floor. As quickly as I can manage, I reach out to grab the ankle, barely, before it slips away. I have little strenght left, but with what I have, I fight the current and drag the heavy body towards the bank:

Help! HELP! Somebody... ANY body!

::Keeps fighting the current with the heavy body::

Carefully look around to see if there is anyone nearby, then got through its clothing.

Sachets in from a shore farther down the island.

Now, fellow plimates, we need to make a shelter for the night and gather firewood. Dusk is approaching and we don't know what kind of animals are out there!

Something blunt and heavy hits you across the face, snapping your head to the side and knocking a tooth loose.

"Chiuda in su, voi," an aggressive male voice says, apparently that of your captor.

You hear another voice, also male, rattle off a question: "Dove lo avete trovato?" The voice sounds converned and maybe a bit paranoid.

"Sulla spiaggia del nord. Adamo ha gettato un germoglio loro come uno sciocco maledetto. Ci pi gente posteriore l," Your captor replies calmly.

"Inaccettabile!" the man screams. "Trasmetta Adamo me immediatamente."

Jerry walks over to Sykeo, concerned; checking to see if everything is alright. He notices the bright red hue to the skin even before he squats down next to him. Satisfied that sykeo is breathing alright, Jerry decides to check how hot the sun scorched back is.

A fraction of a fraction of a second before his hand touches his back, Sykeo rolls over. There is a moment of extreme awkwardness where Jerry finds his hand touching Sykeo's morning wood.

The two of you wake up at approximately the same time. There are plenty of other plimate castaways on the beach as well.

Pocksucket wonders how he is going to hide the cigarettes once he manages to light one up... Well that's what the jungle is for, I guess.

Doggy briefly questions just how sane he may be. Less than a day on the island and he's already beating monkeys to death.

::Understands the accident, but is made uneasy by the massive grin, rapidly making its way across Jerry's face.::

O_O

*Pulls his hand back quickly*

"SorryaboutthatIwenttocheckifyouwerebreathingbutyouseemtobefinesoIamgoingtogothiswaynowokaybye!"

*Walks briskly in another direction to wash his hands in the water.*

mobase wanders into the jungle, walking for a good ten minutes before he reaches the clearing. He stays at the edge of the clearing, survival instinct taking over his curiosity. There are a few cabins in the clearing, not huts like natives would have, but cabins.

He hears a bit of shouting from one of the cabins, the words in a language he does not understand. Then he hears a familiar voice... Is that cheeselog? Then more shouting in that other language.

Soon after the shouting a dark haired man steps out of the cabin, he wears kakhi pants and no shirt. He enters the jungle not far from where Mobase stands, but doesn't appear to see him.

Mobase wonders if he should still go after the fruit or what.

Realizing that his friends are in trouble, smarty dives into the water and starts swimming towards the yacht. It's a bit of a swim, last night it exhausted all of them; so he does his best to pace himself and avoid becoming worn out.

Keros cries out for help. She cries loud enough that everyone on the island hears her save for Moe (whose on the other side of the island); smarty, madhatteraggie, and johndx (who are out in the water); cheeselog (who is all tied up and s**t in that clearing); and mobase (who is at the edge of that clearing).

Moe searches through the frail clothing, finding it hard and brittle. It seems to stick to the bones, the decomposing flesh acting as a sort of bonding agent. There's nothing of value really, save for a silver neclace with a cross hanging from it; the necklace is currently around the corpses neck. A rusted hunting knife falls from the pants pocket as the fabric crumbles under Moe's touch.

Moe hears a bit of rustling in the trees not to far from where he stands.

TraumaMamma, displaying a bit of survival instinct that you would think everyone would have, calls for help building shelter.





It is approximately 5:00pm, the sun looks like it will set in the next four hours.

After finding a fresh water spring I start heading back from the jungle collecting coconuts as I go.

Waidddaminute... You haven't moved since that spear landed in the tree next to you. Are you saying you want to continue in your quest for fresh water?

I continue swimming past johndx and am very grateful that hes distracting the shark, and yell into the boat from the side careful not to weigh it down anymore.. trying to find madhatteraggie so i can give her the bag that I made to collect supplies.. *wondering if we can tear off the cabin door or use a can of the canned food to knock the hinges off..and use it to float? requests that we hide the bottles of alcohol from the other members for the time being..:-)

::The current is too strong, the body heavy. Loosing my footing and overcome with tiredness, I let myself be dragged as well::

:hears kero's screaming coming from the jungle and decides to go help:

Great idea Chez, just run into this mysterious jungle like it's all good. :I think to myself:

Ahhhh. Nice view!

I am too tired to hunt today....but I am thirsty. Reminds other plimates to NOT drink alcohol, it will sap vital fluid from your body.

Finds some scrap from the wreck to collect rain water. You CAN drink salt water, btw...more no more than 32 oz a day.

Smarty skips the deck entirely, swimming down to the open cabin. He gives the door a slight tug to see how easy it might be to tear the door off the hinges; but the it holds fast, his tug forcing the ship to rock a bit and a loud CRACK sounds from below. The ship slips down a little further, stopping on another nearby piece of coral.

Deciding that it's best not to f**k with the door, Smarty swims down into the cabin and sees Maggie bobbing along in the pocket of air, apparently catching her breath or something.

Kero slips a bit in the water and the current pulls her along with the body, a bit downstream.
Fortunately Chez arrives. At first she doensn't see Kero, but then she spots her in the water, holding on to a corpse... Did Kero kill someone?

Being the good friend that she is, Chez wades into the water and tries to help Kero out.

TraumaMamma wanders off in search of fresh water, following the sound of of a stream, Trauma soon finds a bank to a rather wide stream. Two of her fellow plimates in the water, messing with a corpse of a man who is face down.

What the hell are they doing?