Chapter 1

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Katie's POV

I trekked back to the plane with my bag alone and keeping an eye out for Oliver. It felt weird without him by side holding my hand or watching my back.

I got into the old plane and placed my bag on the table. I unzipped it and started to access my supplies.

"Okay...food, water, bow and arrows (Thank God), clothes, and a lighter. Awesome. At least I'll survive. Oh and my knife! Oh you beauty!" I exclaimed kissing my knife.

I was going to need that to strip my meat of the fat.

"I can't believe I'm talking to myself." I shook my head.

I grabbed my bow and quiver and headed out to search the shore for wreckage.

All of land mines I'm pretty sure have been disabled since the last time I was here so I'll be okay. I reached the shore with the mask with an arrow through its eye. Some of the wreckage washed up on shore but nothing major. I found Oliver's bag and I put that on my back unsure what to do with it. I walked along the shore only to find nothing really important.

Suddenly a body floated into the sand. I ran over to it and flipped it over on its back.

Captain Wallis.

He drowned with some minor cuts on his face.

"Poor guy..." I murmured.

I grabbed his arms and dragged the captain further into shore. I found some rocks and began burying him in them. I broke a tree branch and carved his name into it with my knife. I placed the wood on top of the rocks and knelt down lowering my head.

"I'm sorry Captain. You did everything you could..." I crossed my heart and got up walking away.

I grabbed wood and started piling it up so it would be a big signal fire if a ship came by.

When I was done it looked like a big tee-pea the Natives used. When I looked at the mask with the arrow in it I finally decided what to do with Oliver's bag.

I placed the bag on the ground so it was leaning on the mask. If Oliver is alive his bag will be there where he can find it. I noticed the big cliffside rock up ahead.

"You can see everything from there. Hmm..." I said to myself. "God I have got to stop doing that!"

I shifted my bow to my other hand and started heading towards the cliffside rock. I should give it a name.

Hmmm...

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