Never so glad to see matches.

Sky woke up and started coughing up a hell of a lot of seawater. She was on dry land, but didn't know where she was exactly. It was deserted. She pulled herself up, and went for a look around.

Sky had found an old newspaper, and a box of matches. Her head spun, because she was so hungry. With some difficulty, she made her way back to the beach, and collapsed onto the sand. Recovering very quickly, she lit the matches, and held them next to the paper. It worked. The paper lit up like the Olympic torch. A rescue crew was overhead looking for survivors, spotted the light, and landed on the island. It picked up Sky, and they started away back to Ramsay Street.