Stranded

2:Ideas

~Jim POV~

After some planning and deciding that we couldn't really start on any major escape plans since it was close to dark, we broke into groups to find food, water, and try to start a fire and get some sort of shelter started. Mark and I finally got the fire lit and I went and sat down at the edge water. I was thinking about just how long we could be stuck here.

"Balls!"

Mark came along and plopped down beside me.

"Bullocks!"
"Balls!"
"Bullocks"
"Balls!
"Bullocks!"

~Sydney POV~

We had all sat and made plans for what all we needed to do. Ashley and I pitched in with ideas when we could. Since the sun was setting, we all agreed that it would be best to wait until the next day to start trying to really work on and escape when we could better explore the island and see what all resources we had.

Me, Ashley, Gil, and Jensen are now all walking around in the jungle close to the wreckage while we still have some daylight to see if we can find any fruit or a source of water. Jared and Misha had both said they thought they could possibly spear some fish so we left them to that. Rich, Rob, and Matt were supposed to be making a shelter out of what was left of the plane and Mark and Jim were working on getting a fire started.

"Hey guys! We found a water hole!", Gil yells from the little distance him and Ashley are from me and Jensen. It's a small lake in the center of a clearing.

"Oh. Thank God!", Jensen says and immediately bends down and scoops up a handful.
We all take a scoop after him.
"Let's go back and tell the others. Maybe Jared and Misha have actually had some luck getting some food."

We get back to the beach and see Rob and Rich now sitting in the makeshift shelter. A fire is going and Jim and Mark are setting at the edge of the water.
Jared and Matt walk up to us being the first to notice our appearance.
"Hey guys. Any luck?" Jared asks.
"Yea. We was able to find some water but no type of fruit."Jensen says.
"Well, water's good and check this out!" Matt says and steps to the side. Laid out on a flat part of the plane that they had cleaned off were three decent sized fish and one crab.
"Cool! Yall did get lucky!",I say.
"That's great, says Ashley, "so where's-
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
Misha cuts her off sprinting past us down the beach.
"What's wrong with him?", Gil asks.
Jared roles his eyes, "He thought it would be a good idea to try drinking a bunch of saltwater. Matt had to help me finish catching some food!"
Matt laughs, "Yea. You should've seen him right after he drank it. It was not pretty."
We all shake our heads.
"Well let's get this fish cooked up and eat and get some shut eye so we can try to get out of here tomorrow!"

Once the fish is cooked, we all gather around the fire except for Jim and Mark and Misha. Jim and Mark refuse to move so I take them some fish.

"Here you go!"

"Balls!"

"Bullocks!"

Misha is still running back and forth down the beach.

"Misha! Come on! You have to eat!" I yell.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

I look at the others with a straight face.
Ashley laughs, "Come on, Syd. He'll calm down eventually. The idjit shouldn't have drank the salt water."
"I know." I say.

It's quiet while we eat-besides the occasional scream when Misha runs by-everyone lost in thought.
After we're done we all stay sitting around the fire. I start to think that it's been just a little too quiet the past few minutes when Ashley speaks up.

"Guys, Where's Misha?"