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Chapter 4: Smoke and Coconuts

Next morning ….

Beach Camp, Unknown Island between King's Landing and Meereen

Arya walked along the threshold between the jungle and the beach, picking up sticks as she went and ignoring the sweat gather on her back. Once she had all her arms could carry, she headed back towards the plane wreckage. As she got closer, she saw Tywin finishing up burying the last body. Seven more bumps in the sand now joined Myrcella's.

"I could have helped," Arya said, passing him before dumping the sticks into a pile by the entrance to their makeshift shelter.

"Burying bodies is no task for a little girl," Tywin replied, wiping the dripping sweat from his face with what used to be someone's t-shirt.

"A little girl shouldn't be stranded on an island either," Arya bit back.

Tywin noted the minor display of frustration as he drank from a bottle, "If you want to be helpful. Keep collecting dry wood and we'll soon have enough to start a fire."

"Why? We should be looking for survivors before they …" Arya trailed off as her eyes flicked to the eight graves that lined the beach only a few dozen metres away.

Tywin's eyes followed where hers had gone and he sighed, "From our explorations yesterday we know this island is large enough that it would take days to traverse all over it. We aren't in a position to do that with our limited supplies either. Lighting a fire means smoke in the sky. Any survivors will try to locate the source of the smoke and come to us."

"What if they are injured?"

"If we don't know their location, we can't help them," Tywin saw Arya about to protest again and cut her off, "Listen, in this type of situation the first concern would always be yourself. Making sure you are in a position to survive before helping others. There is no point in us finding any other survivors just so we all die slowly from the elements."

Tywin could tell Arya still wanted to argue but the slight girl gnawed on her lip then lifted her chin, "What is our next move then?"

"We have supplies on the plane but they will dwindle. We need to be able to survive off the resources we can find on this island. Now, what do we need to survive?"

Arya remained silent behind cautious eyes.

"I'm not tricking you."

Arya sat in the shade slightly inside the wreckage structure as Tywin remained in the sun, "We need food and water."

"Yes, and?"

"Shelter and … warmth?"

"Very good. We have access to the latter two," Tywin said pointing towards the sticks then the wreckage around Arya. But we have a limited supply of food and water that was onboard the plane but we need to find alternative sources now if we are going to survive in the long-term."

Tywin saw Arya shudder at his last word and knew the implications were grim but he was a survivor and he didn't just roll over and die. It wasn't in his nature.

Arya clicked her fingers, "When I was collecting the sticks, I saw a small waterfall. We could get water from there?"

"Yes, any running water is safe. We can refill our bottles at the top and use the pool at the bottom to bathe in."

"The jungle must have animals in it and I saw lots of fruit trees yesterday as well. I saw bananas, coconuts, um a weird yellow orange on vines."

"Passion fruit," Tywin corrected, "We should leave the hunting for another time and focus on gathering fruits. I found a fishing rod among some of the luggage."

"Do you know how to use it?"

"Yes, now go collect some more firewood," Tywin demanded as he started to place the sticks together.

Arya's scowled at being ordered around which earned a painful reminder that the cut on the side of her head was still healing and she set about bundling up more wood. The truth was she happy to have a task to occupy her mind.

For the next few days, the fire burned and the smoke rose. Arya busied herself collecting fruits, filling dozens upon dozens of water bottles, exploring the coastline every day and stoking the fire but after the fifth day with no visitors appearing at their camp the hopelessness broke her tough girl act and her mind couldn't escape the fact her father was dead, most likely somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.

Tywin didn't notice her absence. He was knee-high in the ocean with the fishing rod in his hands contemplating who had planted the bomb on the plane and effectively killed him and everyone on board. He mentally processed who would be the likely candidates to have the audacity to do such a thing. There was Olenna Tyrell, a business rivals whose interests were clashing with his own. Perhaps Tyrion had finally had enough and snapped at being disinherited. Maybe it was one of his own men seeking to supplant him as CEO of Casterly Rock Industries. All he knew for sure was that they were ruthless, willing to kill hundreds of innocents to take him out of the picture.

After catching a few fish, Tywin waddled out of the water and dried his legs. He scanned the beach, there was no sign of his fellow survivor. There was a pile of fruit inside an empty suitcase and another batch of sticks had been placed near the fire but Arya was nowhere to be seen.

He strung up his catch for the day by a wooden rack near the fire and dipped his head into the plane wreckage but Arya wasn't there either.

Odd, Tywin thought, she normally likes to sit out the hottest part of the day under shade.

"Girl!" he shouted but only squawking birds answered him. Something was wrong.

"Girl!" he tried again walking towards the jungle front to stand amongst a grouping of coconut trees.

He was about to bellow again when a heavy thump beside him caused him to bring out a knife. He looked down. A coconut.

"My name is Arya!"

Tywin looked upwards and saw the little Stark nestled up in one of the trees holding another coconut. She threw it down beside the other one and Tywin backed up a little.

"What are you doing? We have enough food for the next few days. Come down."

"No," Arya said childishly.

Tywin placed two fingers on the bridge of his nose, "Fine, once this fit of insolence is over there will be a cooked fish waiting for you back at camp."

He turned away but another coconut landed right in front of him and Arya's cracking voice reached him, "There is no one else is there Mr Lannister?"

Ah the truth has finally reared its ugly head for her, Tywin realised and he was never one to mollycoddle, "Yes, we are alone on this island. If no one has come to us by now they either died of their injuries or never made it to this island."

Tywin heard the faint whimpering of sniffling above him. He took a step over the coconut at his feet before halting. He didn't know what made him turn back around, maybe it was the fact she was his only companion and wasn't incompetent like so many other children would be in this situation or it might have been the flashing image of Myrcella dying in his inner eye that spurred him back to Arya. Climbing trees was not a safe activity, especially for someone who had suffered a head injury only days ago.

He picked up the coconut and made his way to the tree Arya was in and sat down with his back against the trunk.

"I know this is hard to accept. I know this is unfair. I know you'd rather your father was here instead of me but wanting never makes it so. We have to make do with what we have and we have … each other."

He heard rustling above him but powered on with his trail of thought, ramming the knife into the coconut to relieve some of the emotional tension, "I have no intention of dying on this island. I will not give whoever wanted me dead the satisfaction of actually achieving the feat."

"It wasn't turbulence? Someone caused our plane to crash?" Arya's voice floated down to him.

"Yes," Tywin said, bringing the punctured coconut to his lips and drinking some of the milk inside.

"Who?" Arya asked.

"I don't know but when I get back to civilisation, I will find them and I will make them pay."

He heard Arya drop beside him on the sand, "When we get back, we will find them and make them pay together."

Tywin raised the coconut to Arya who took it with both hands and sipped at the opening.

"Let's go back," Tywin said, rising to his full height and brushing off the sand on his rumpled and torn trousers but Arya didn't move.

"What's my name?" Arya challenged with a gleam in her eye.

Tywin looked down at her and he felt his lips curl ever so slightly, "It's not girl clearly as you don't answer to that. How about Miss Stark?"

"Good enough for now," Arya said, before walking past him in triumph.

Tywin allowed her the small victory. She needed it more than he did and followed her back to the plane wreck, easily catching up to her with his long strides but not passing her.

Author's Notes:

Their camping situation should be clearer now and they are developing a nice work like relationship. The focus of the story is Arya & Tywin so don't worry there will be more moments like the coconut trees coming soon :D

So, the plane was sabotaged! Well blown up! Will Arya & Tywin ever make it back to have their revenge and find out who did it? Is Tywin right in thinking he was the target?

Reviews:

Supremus85 – The Bolton's would be the obvious suspects if that were the case …

The Dark 1ne (commented on Chapter 1 & 3) – No, it is just chills in the freezer sometimes :P But I have completed a new outline for the story which has it around 10 chapters long but this is liable to change.

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