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Chapter 3: Story time

Once they were back in the cave, Summer had gotten a fire going. "Sorry, but I don't have any blankets or anything like that," she apologized quietly. She was a little nervous about sharing her home with someone else, especially a boy. "If only I had killed one of those wolves, I could've gotten a skin from it," she added, more to herself than to John.

"Hey, it's alright. The fire is warm enough anyway. So, how did you end up here?"

"I was on a cruise with my family when one of those storms hit. The ship had crashed into the rocks that extended farther out into the water than the captain had thought. Everyone was evacuated onto the lifeboats, but an especially strong wave hit mine, and I was thrown overboard. When I woke up the next day, I was lying on the beach," Summer replied. Her eyes had darkened with sadness. "I don't know what happened to the others. I hope they're okay," she added, her eyes now taking on a far away look. She shook her head and looked back at John.

"Was the ship The Seastar?"

"Yes."

"But that disappeared at least a week ago."

"That's how long I've been here." She paused. They could hear the rain outside, broken by the occasional clap of thunder. "What's your story?"

"I was flying to Madagascar when the plane was caught up in some turbulence. Then one of the engines went and we crashed into the island."

"That's what I heard!" Summer exclaimed. "When I heard a crash, I crawled out of the cave as fast as I could. I thought I saw a whole bunch of life rafts, but when I shouted to them, nobody heard me. I thought I was just hallucinating."

"Really? Well, at least I know that some people are safe. Is there land nearby?" John's eyes widened in excitement. If Summer wasn't so worried, she would have laughed at his new big-eyed hamster look.

"I guess, but I don't know which direction I'd have to go in, and even if I did, I have no way of getting there."

"Oh…" Another pause. They looked out into the rain. "I think it's letting up," John said.

"Yeah."

"So, how did you survive all this time?" John asked suddenly. Then he quickly added, "Not that I doubt your ability to live out here, being a girl and all. No, wait, that came out wrong! I mean-"

Summer started laughing. "Don't worry! I used to go camping with my family all the time. Plus, I've always had a real interest in how the Native Americans lived and learned how to make tools and weapons and such the same way they did."

"Like spears?"

"Yup, bows and arrows, baskets." She noticed John's confused look. "What?"

"Baskets? How can baskets help you to survive? Other than collecting food, I mean."

"Yeah. You can make traps from them too."

"Oh. Hey I think the rain stopped!" It had indeed stopped. The sun came out from behind the clouds and lit up the still-wet grass, making each water droplet look like gems.

"Good. Are you hungry? 'Cause I'm going out to hunt," Summer said, picking up her spear.

"Yeah! Hey could you teach me how to hunt?"

"Sure," she said as they crawled out of the cave.

"And make weapons?"

"Absolutely."

"And baskets?" This earned him another chuckle from her.

"As soon as I can find something suitable for making them, yes." They had come to the side of the river. Summer rolled up her pant legs and started to wade into the cold water. John followed suit.

"Thanks. Oh, and can you teach me how to start fire's by myself?"

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up. You'll scare away the fish."