"I'm not eating that."

Rachel sat with a disgusted look on her face. She crossed her arms.

Finn held a piece of the cooked boar meat in front of her. He dangled it in a tantalizing way.

"You're going to starve," He said.

"I'm not going to starve."

"What are you going to eat?"

Rachel waved her arm over to the crashing waves, "The ocean is full of fish, if you haven't noticed."

"You have no idea how to fish."

Puck tried to end their bickering, "Look- my grandpa used to take me fishing. He taught me like everything he knew. It's a little known fact that other than a lady killer, I'm a fish killer."

Everyone smiled. Even stranded on an island, Puck managed to make jokes.

"I mean, we don't have a fishing pole," Puck continued.

"If you're such a fish killer, you'll think of something," Artie smiled.

"Come on," Finn said to everyone. "Our killer will think of something."

Puck flinched at Finn's words. He knew he didn't mean it literally. He didn't know that Puck was the one that killed Mercedes. Hell, everyone still thought that she died naturally.

Quinn brought him out of his thoughts, "You okay?"

"Yeah."

"I think I know how we can catch some fish," She smiled.

Puck raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He watched as Quinn walked over to the pile of sticks they had created. She rummaged around for a few seconds before pulling out a long, skinny one. She tossed it in the air a few times before smiling, gratefully. She moved on to the next pile, the clothing. She pulled a shoe lace off of one of the boots. She grabbed the duct tape and plopped back down next to Puck.

"Hand me that piece of metal over there."

Puck did as he was told. He carefully gave the sliver to Quinn and watched in amazement as she fiddled together a crafty piece of weaponry.

Quinn used the jagged metal to cut a small notch at the top of the stick. Then, she flipped the piece of metal around and wedged it into the newly made notch. She used the shoelace to secure the shard. She wrapped a few layers of tape around the spot where the shard and the stick connected.

"Voilà!" She grinned.

Puck rubbed his jaw, "You're full of surprises."

The water was beautiful. It was tranquil. The reef bed was full of fish swimming among the coral. Puck and Quinn stood in the water with their pants rolled up to their knees. Puck had taken control of the spear.

He clumsily stabbed it into the water. Once. Twice.

"I thought you knew how to catch fish," Quinn complained.

"I do," Puck exclaimed. "I can fish with a fishing pole. I can fish with bait. I've never had to poke one."

He continued to stab the water. He was frustrated. He hit the water with the stick a few times before swearing,

"Damn!"

"Let me try," Quinn offered.

"I can do it myself."

"Come on, Puck. I won't tell anyone if you don't."

Puck stopped pounding the ocean. With a huff, he handed Quinn the spear.

"Fine. Knock yourself out, babe!"

Quinn readied herself. Her eyes scanned the water with the spear raised.

Puck spotted a fish, "Here's one! Put your weight into it. Easy… easy… wait for it… wait… Now! NOW!"

Quinn stabbed hard. She slipped, falling headfirst into the water. She flailed for a moment before awkwardly positioning herself.

"You were supposed to pin it-"

"You told me to put my weight into it," Quinn said, frustrated, as she stood up.

Puck began to say something, but she quickly shut him up by raising a hand. She had her eye on a fish. In a swift motion, she tossed the spear into the water. She expected to hit the reef bottom as she had last time. But instead, she felt the metal sink into the fish.

With a grin, she raised the spear. A large fish weighed on the end. Puck's mouth dropped slightly as he stared at it. Quinn passed the stick over to him.

"I told you I wouldn't tell if you didn't," She said with a weak smile.

She began to walk away, treading through the water with her soaked clothes.

"Hey, Quinn," Puck said softly.

She looked over her shoulder, "Yeah?"

"Beth-"

"Stop," She intervened.

"Hey!" Kurt called out.

Puck and Quinn looked over to the beach.

Kurt continued, "The fuselage thing is ready to go."

It was getting dark. The fiery embers rose, dancing in the night sky. The fuselage burned beautifully. It was a somber moment.

The survivors of the crash all thought of the people they'd lost. Tina- with her stunning personality and such love for everyone around her. Mercedes- a beautiful voice that transcend all Earthly realms. Mr. Schue- their leader, their mentor, their friend and confidant. They thought of all the people they didn't know that had died. Who were they? What color were their eyes? Did they like country music? Did they have a family?

All they knew is that if they didn't get rescued soon, they'd have a chance to find out about these mystery people. Mike could kiss Tina. Puck could see his grandpa. Finn could see his dad, and Kurt could see his mom.

And as much as they wanted to hold their loved ones, they knew they'd have to survive for the people that loved them. They had to survive for the people that were looking for them.