"We need it to be further back. If it's windy or if it rains tonight we'll get soaked." Susan started to clear a path through the branches and grass lying on the floor.
"Ok, but we'll put the fire on the beach, out of the way of the trees and stuff." Said Pratt.
"Uh, guys, I've been thinking. The raft isn't really big enough for six people to sleep in." Jing-Mei walked up to the line of vegetation. "Maybe we need something else so we have more space."
"What do you mean, like a hut or something?" asked Pratt, putting his hands on his hips.
"No, just a shelter. I mean, what if the raft gets a puncture? Then we haven't got anywhere to stay."
"She's got a point." Said Susan. Pratt looked into the trees, observing the space they'd chosen for the camp. At the moment, it was just a mess of undergrowth and dead wood.
"Alright," He said, "But, it'll have to wait 'til later, we have to clear all that stuff away first. And the others have got the machete."