stranded on an island with weezer

fire

"How do I cut this open?" Asked Rivers, attempting to open a coconut. It was the first day after crashing on the deserted island. "I saw a video once, I think you crack it open on a rock or something." You said as you collected branches to try and build a wall for the half gone airplane. "Didn't I tell Brian to go collect me some vines?" You commented. "Where is he? It's been an hour."
Brian came back with only one single piece of a vine.
"T-t-there you go Y/n..." He said, panting and out of breath. Scott looked up from trying to put back the door onto the first class section. "Wow, thanks Brian you're a real helper." He said sarcastically. Brian frowned and sat down on a tattered curtain next to the pile of branches.
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"You guys! I found food!" Yelled Pat from the back of the plane. He ran towards the group holding a bundle of aluminum covered trays. "Awesome Pat!" You said excitedly. "How exactly are we going to heat them up? The fire is almost dying out." Replied Rivers. "We have woo-" You said before looking down and seeing that you used up all the wood you had collected. "Wood..."
Obviously you could've gone to the jungle to see if you could collect some more, but it was getting dark and didn't wanna risk it.
"We have to burn something then..." Brian replied
"Rivers...what's in that case?" You asked looking towards the sleek black leather case next to the plane.
Rivers suddenly got nervous.
"Uhhhh...nothing..."
"Rivers, if we don't eat we'll starve and die."
Everyone looked at Rivers with a stare. You obviously didn't want to die and have some geeky rockstar to be held responsible.
Scott quickly snatched the case and opened it.
It was Rivers' iconic blue sticker-covered guitar.
"NO!!!" Screamed out Rivers. Patrick and Brian quickly held him back. "Rivers! You have to understand that if we don't eat...we WILL DIE." You loudly said. "B-b-but it's my g-guitar!!" He said, bawling his eyes out.
He calmed down still, lamenting the loss of his guitar. As Scott was about to throw it into the flames, he gave it a kiss. "I'm sorry." He said before throwing it into the fiery pit. Rivers was still crying, Brian and Patrick let him go and he crawled over to the fire, crying over it. You felt kinda bad because you could see that Rivers was deeply attached with it, but then again....you all had to eat in order to survive. 

"Mmm...this..." Pat said as he ate the airplane food. "What is this?" He asked, poking at the food.
"I think it's duck" Scott replied.
Rivers sat on the airplane seat, he had his hands folded and looking into the fire with a glare. "Yea...duck." He replied.

Y/n turned back to look at Rivers. "Hey, it's gonna be alright... I'll uh... get you a new one when we're found?" You offered, trying to be genuinely nice. "What's the use? We'll never get found. We'll probably just die here or something." He replied. "Hey... don't say that, we just have to uhm, collect a few more branches and we'll make some sort of signal." Y/n said, trying to comfort him. "Yeah... you're right, sorry..." Rivers replied.