by regany on Tue Sep 02, 2008 4:16 pm
Staicey and Harvey raised the braided frame onto the rocks and placed poles to support it. While Staicey climbed on the rocks, Harvey went 'inside' and handed his wife the leaves to make a roof.
When the roof was finally on, the sun was already sinking in the sea. When the campfire was going Staicey sat down and looked at their shelter. A few large rocks as walls and some leafs as a roof.
"We will make it more comfortable tomorrow but at least we are dry now when it starts to rain. I made some sacks from the leaves to collect the dew or the rain in, so we have fresh water tomorrow and if the new guy is as productive tomorrow as he was today, he will have a good lunch tomorrow as well."
She laid back on the sand close to the campfire when Harvey stood up.
"Guys Im not sure how to tell you this," it wasn't a lie, he hadn't even told Staicey this yet, "before the plane crashed, the left engines shut down. Therefore we have drifted off the flightpath."
He pointed towards the sky on the horizon. A plane flew by at great distance. "That's our flightpath. I have checked the cockpit when I got to my senses and the cockpit did not alert anything."
He knew most of them didn't understand what he was saying but when he looked at Staicey and saw her confused as well he had no choice but to explain himself more.
"It means that they probably know we have crashed, but they have no idea where. The area they will search is big and probably it will contain this island, but it might take a while before they find us."