Disclaimer: Let's assume from hereon in that they are not mine, so I don't have to keep writing these.

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Jackson spent the afternoon overseeing the construction of their lodgings, and while they weren't exactly the Tiki Lounge, they looked as though they might be inhabitable in a few days. Jackson declared that the largest hut would be his, and only the bossy doctor dared to question this. He was quickly subdued by the blonde woman, who had revealed her name to be Sheila, and always seemed to agree with whatever Jackson said, even if it made no sense.

He had officially named Lisa his personal slave earlier in the day, and her response had indicated that she was not amused by this. She was also not amused by his insistence on her following him around and doing his bidding. Ah, well- so long as she doesn't get a pointed stick to stab me with, we'll be good. He was sure she'd come around eventually, as he was the only good-looking man on the island, and biology had to kick in sooner or later. He was in the midst of taking her advice and forming a group to go scavenge from the plane when he heard a scream from further down the beach. There was a person floating relatively far out from the shore, and Jackson took it upon himself to go rescue them. He ran down the beach, pulling his shirt off in the process (much to the cheers of Sheila), and dove into the water to save the helpless one and cement his position as leader. He did manage to pull in what was revealed to be the body of the man who'd tried to swim to Texas, but people seemed to be focusing more on him than the corpse. They were crowding around him, seeing if he was alright, when Lisa ran over.

"What the hell was that for?" She seemed upset as she hurled his shirt at him.

"I was making sure we didn't let one of our own get carried off by the tide, Leese." He could vaguely understand her asking about his motives for other things, but trying to save someone? How could she think that had been selfish.

"Not that, the pre-swim striptease. Please, explain to me how that made sense at all. Because if you were worried about getting wet or being dragged down, you would have taken off your pants and shoes too, and leaving the shirt on wouldn't have made a huge difference. So why? Tell me, because I actually am curious about this." He tried to think of a valid answer, but there really wasn't one, so he just told her to go find him some water and stalked off.

The scavengers were able to retrieve the refreshment cart and a few suitcases from the plane, providing packaged snacks, cans of soda, and mini-bottles of alcohol. Jackson claimed he was rationing for everybody, but most of the bottles ended up in his private stash. The group had a dinner of peanuts and pretzels, and two teenaged boys who had been a few rows behind Jackson and Lisa offered to go hunting the next day. He doubted they had any actual experience with this, but they would either return with food or remove themselves from the list of people who needed to be fed, so he told them they could go. Lisa glared at him after this, and he avoided her gaze for the rest of the evening.

They set up blankets and pillows from the plane along the beach for the night, and assigned people shifts to guard the camp against wild animals. Jackson suddenly had an idea to serve his own purposes, and made an announcement to the camp.

"The best way to keep ourselves warm is by sharing body heat, so I suggest we pair off to keep ourselves from freezing." People generally agreed, but Jackson noticed that Lisa paired off with the old lady before he could get to her, and he was stuck with Sheila. He spent the next several hours trying to keep touching between himself and the hideous blonde to a minimum, and was relieved when it was time for his guard shift.

"Any sign of wild animals?" A very nervous-looking man who had been tossing and turning all night had asked this. One of the teenagers replied instantly.

"I didn't see anything, but I thought I heard our fearless leader getting mauled by a cougar. Could've just been me though." Jackson slapped the boy, then ordered him to head down the beach and get some sleep. He spent most of the night leaning on a makeshift spear and wondering about what Lisa had asked him earlier in the day. Do I want to go home? I'm kind of getting used to being in charge here, and it's nice to be hero-worshipped instead of hunted like a dog. In fact, all I need is for Lisa to warm up to me and I could stay here forever. Now there's an idea…