Shipwrecked

Chapter 3: Substantial, For Now (Connor's POV)

As I laid on the beach and looked at the boat, I began crying a bit. I assumed my family and friends died. I started walking through the sand as my shoes fell into it. I could feel the sand blowing in my face because of the high wind speeds. As I walked I saw Jack sitting down. I sat down next to him. We both stared at where the boat used to be. There were just a few remains left. A couple of minutes later I stood up and gave him my hand. He grabbed it and I pulled him up. We walked without a word throughout the whole time we walked along the sandy shore. We saw Max laying down. He was unconscious but not dead. Jack knew some medical mumbo-jumbo, and he could tell he was alive. We forcefully picked him up, and he put him on his shoulders. Without a word we carried our stuff, and Max, and moved towards the jungle. After what felt like hours, Jack spoke. 

"Hey, can you carry Max for a bit?" 

He pulled a knife and began cutting through the trees. It really improved our traveling experience. I looked for my knife, but I remembered dropping it and watching it fall to another floor as we left that sinking disaster. We tried our best to quickly move throughout the jungle. As Jack moved we cut branches and leaves out of our way. The branches had hit me and left scratches on my skin, but I didn't say anything. We kept moving until we came into this area with a river. We used it to fill up our water jugs, and right by the river was a campsite. It had logs to sit on that surrounded the campfire, and it looked like someone had been here before. Jack unpacked our stuff, and I sat Max down by a log. I began to look around the campsite area. It would do, for now. I walked back to the river and sat down. The water actually was pretty clean. There was also a few fish swimming around. This place would be substantial, for now. I heard a few leaves crunches. I spun around to see Jack crouching down next to me.

"Hey," he said, "I finished unpacking, and I think I can make a fishing rod out some of our stuff. You know, for food." 

"Actually, I replied sounding hopeful, "There's a few small fish right here in the river. 'Could make for some meals." 

Jack nodded, "C'mon lets go back to camp."

He stood up and I followed. 

"Oh," Jack blurted, "We don't have any shelters or things to sleep on."

"I have an idea," I replied with a smirk.

  For some reason, Max always brought extra stuff and was always prepared. He always was nervous for any bad outcome. I decided to check his bag. Of course, there was a tent in it.

"Found somethingggg," I said excitedly.

Jack smiled, "Remind me to pat him on the back for his craziness."

 On the package, it said it could hold 7 people, so it was a good size. We cooked some food, that we rationed, over the campfire and went to bed. Well, I did and Max was unconscious, but Jack stayed up. He just sat and stared at the fire. We were all having our tough times. I'm sure Max was before he fell unconscious. I gave him his time and slid into the tent. I laid down and tried to get as comfortable, as humanly possible. As I was falling asleep I became extremely sad because I kept thinking about my family. Soon enough, I was taken to a far land: Sleep.