Chapter Five

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I take the net, a rope and the knife and go to the shore. I use the rope to tie the net to a tree and stick it in the water. Deep enough for fish yet not to deep to where I can't see it.

Water. My mouth is dry. The humidity and heat doesn't help. I've seen survivor shows where they purify the water over fire to rid the salt. With the image in my mind I try it. I run and get the bottle and the big safe thingy. When I come back I check the net. There is four fish. I pull the net up carefully so they don't fall out. I hate fish. But, I half to. I close my eyes and grab the smallest one. I put it in the safe. Then I get the other three. Its so gross. After that I put the net and rope back in the teepee and put the fish in the sun to dry out a bit.

Back to the water. I gather some sticks and dry grass. I light a match and toss it in. The fire lights up like a Christmas tree. I grab some sticks and build a little table to go above the flames and put the bottle on top. I hope this works. I wait about three minutes before taking the hot bottle off the fire. Then I close it and Burry it in the sand to cool it.

Now, I cook the fish. It's easier than you think.

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