They were all sitting by the fire. Joseph lay trying to ease the pain, Clarisse sat behind him, for he lay his head on her lap.

"And if we built a raft?"

"You just have silly ideas, Agnes. Go to sleep and shut up!"

"You're a stupid, Harry!" He looked at her, shrugged his shoulders and did not answer.

"It's almost impossible, Agnes. We only have a small knife and we need many trunks. Also, we do not have to store water ..."

"And we can't use sharp stones to cut, as they do in the movies, Paul? And in relation to water, we can bring coconuts. Just go up the palm trees and catch them." Silence…

"Why not? At least, we can try it. What do you think, Joseph?"

"You're right, Paul. We can try! We're stuck on this island to thirty-four days. "

"I don't agree." shouted Harry.

"Of course not. I was amazed if you agree to something, Harry."

"But are you crazy? How can a raft handle with us? And how is that we can handle? And where do we go? We have to think all these things, no?"

"First we have to know if we can build and then concern ourselves with the rest."

"" Don't be arrogant, Joseph."

"I ? Arrogant? I don't know why I'm answering you. What do you think of the idea?" And he tilted his head back to look at Clarisse.

"I think we can try. I'm about to go crazy on this island." Said Michael.

"At least we have an incentive to get up in the morning!" Clarisse smiled.

"I also agree," said Silvia.

"So, that's it. Let's build a raft!"

"I object! "

"Object what you want. The Yes, won. In addition, you can always stay here ..." And Joseph guffawed but immediately put his hand in the ribs in pain.

To say that the next few days were hectic is underestimate the stubbornness of the group. Turn a stone into a blade is extremely difficult. It requires two different types of stone, practice and patience. Cut bamboo trees, with only a razor is VERY difficult. Fed only by some fish, fruit, mussels, roots and eggs were all weak, they all are hungry and in a very bad mood. Especially Joseph. The broken ribs prevented him from helping the most basic tasks.

He was not a man to be stopped. To see others working. And especially, to see others help Clarisse! His Clarisse. Damn. He was a useless. A perfect useless! And why it is that Clarisse was not next to him? Why accept the help of others? Damn, damn, damn! He was so distracted in these thoughts he didn't heard Paul.

"Joe? Are you listening to me?"

"I'm sorry, Paul. What did you say?"

"We have forty-five bamboos. Do you think its enough?"

"I don't know. We have to start assembling the structure ..."

"WE have. You do not even done anything!"

"Harry, if it were not the ribs that You broke, I now broke all your bones"

"Really, old man? I think your glory days are gone."

"Harry, stop it."

"I do not need you to speak for me, Clarisse!"

Clarisse looked at him, not knowing what to answer him. Joseph got up and went to the sea. Seconds later, Clarisse followed. When they reached the beach, Clarisse put his one hand on his back.

"What is it, Joseph?"

"Nothing at all! I'm sick of you to treat me as an employee. ONLY to do what you want, it have to be all as you will ..."

"Joseph, what are you talking about? That's not true!"

"Yes it is! And there's no need to be sorry for me, you know?" shouted Joseph. Clarisse was shocked and tears insisted on falling. She took a deep breath to regain her composure.

"You are being unfair and I don't know what are you talking about. If I treated you as an employee, you will not share my bed ..."

"I think here you don't have a lot of options! If not me, only the Baron ..." This was too much. Without another word, Clarisse returned to the camp, took the jacket and two bottles and into the forest, on the pretext of going to fill the bottles. Agnes and Silvia looked at each other in silence but not followed her. Almost an hour later, Joseph returned. As he didn't saw Clarisse near the fire, he thought she was lying in the shelter. He sat next to the fire. The silence was total. The night falls rapidly as the temperature. And to help it began to rain as well.

Michael stood up and looked at Silvia.

"I think we'd better go look for Clarisse. She never took so long and within a short time is completely dark."

"Where is she?" Joseph asked coldly.

"She went to the river to fetch water. What is wrong with you, Joseph?" Silvia asked shocked.

"There's nothing wrong. Why?" And rose. Michael and Paul also rose up and entered the forest towards the river.

"You come, Joseph?"

"I'm follow you guys. I'm going after." Michael and Paul looked at each other and continued to walk. Harry smiled and sat down next to Agnes and Silvia. Joseph looked at him and went into the forest too. After some time, he began to hear the voices of Michael and Paul calling by Clarisse. His heart began to beat faster, with the silence. "Please God ..." he thought. Michael and Paul continued to call for another ten minutes and then heard a weak response.

"In the middle of the river ..." The pain in the ribs almost prevented him from breathing but fear that something had happened to Clarisse, was unbearable!

"Clarisse, still talking. You can't see ..."

"Here ... On the river ..." The voice of Clarisse could be heard sobbing.

"Are you hurt?"

"I do not think so, Michael ... Too cold ... A wild boar almost caught me ..."

"Keep talking, Clarisse."

"Where ... is Joseph?"

"He was ... I can see you... he was in the camp but should already be on his way to here." Paul said.

"I see you too." Said Michael. He and Paul entered the water. Clarisse was clinging to a rock in the middle of the river, almost in hypothermia. Michael took off his coat and put it on her back. Then he grabbed her in his arms and pulled her from the river. Paul also took off his coat.

"Michael, put me down. I can walk."

"Clarisse, you hardly can speak. Don't be stubborn. Now we must have you warm up quickly before you come fully into hypothermia." When they turned to return to camp, Joseph was standing in front of them.

"See? I did not say he was coming?" Paul said with a smile. Clarisse smiled at Joseph but he turned and went back to the camp without a word. Clarisse was too cold to think ... She closed her eyes and let the tears flow freely. None spoke until they reached the camp. Joseph was lying inside the shelter. Silvia and Agnes brought Clarisse into the shelter and, without looking at Joseph, took off her wet clothes and put on her a coat. After Clarisse sat next to the fire and put another coat on her legs, while her clothes dried.

"Drink this water, Clarisse. It's still warm and will help you warm." Silvia said. Then and loud enough to be heard by Joseph asked:

"What happened?"

"As I approached the river, came out of the bush a boar, ready to attack me. I was so afraid. I threw myself to the river and as he did not follow me, I grabbed the rock and was waiting to be looking for me. .. "Clarisse looked down, unable to continue speaking.

Two hours later, Clarisse went to the shelter and lays near Joseph, but without touching him and not speaking. Best fixed the coat over her and closed her eyes ... How she needed his arms to feel safe ... Ho God! Tomorrow they had to speak! She wanted Joseph back!