I climbed a palm tree first thing in the morning, determined to use the large leaves at the top for utensils and to fashion something resembling clothing. I would also use large pieces of thatch almost as long as I am tall which lay upon the beach, to fashion together a lean-to upon the top of the hill in a small clearing between the trees.
I would also need to construct a fire to keep warm. I used the stalks of the bushed, stripped them with a small sharp rick I found, to pull them into long, fibrous strands, and I lashed together a leaf into a bowl shape where I could gather a large amount of berries. As I began to fill my bowl, I had a similar idea for making a jug as to keep fresh water on my persons; the sun kept me hot and thirsty throughout the day.
After over a half dozen failed attempts, I was able to fold a leaf properly, so that when I tied the top, it no longer crushed the leaf, but also did not leak from the sides or bottom.
Clothing from the leaves did not work as planned and I soon abandoned the attempt, instead fashioning a crude hat not unlike a ball-cap, just to keep the sun out of my eyes.
I managed to survey the area without venturing out of sight of the campsite, or the Trike, and it was just the three of us, the lazy lizard down the beach, the Trike, and myself.
With a stone I found, I had managed to chip some flint from a boulder and used thatch to start a fire in the center of a circle of stones, each about half the size of my head.
My second night was much warmer than the first, although I would need to do more if I wanted to maintain my survival. More than my stomach told me I had only ingested berries the past two days. And I slept much better with the warmth of the coals not far from where I lay.
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