Snippet #1523978

I hung my head in shame, my father would be so disappointed.

I heard a rustle beside me and my head snapped up. All I saw was tattered clothes as someone disappeared, leaving waving leaves behind them.

"W-wait!" I held up my hand, I would have given chase, but my body refused to do so. My hand fell to my side. I stared at the place where the leaves had now stopped swaying. I looked down and saw a weaved basket. I moved cautiously closer and glanced in. It looked like...water. I picked up the beautiful weaved basket, and sniffed it's contents. Definitely water. I toke a sip, and then more. Just enough though, I knew I wouldn't get this treasure anytime soon.

I dumped the saltwater out of the bottle, spat in the bottle to clean out the remnants of sea water. Normally I would be disgusted by such an action, but I was not about to contaminate my only water supply. I poured the water from the basket into the bottle, and then drank the little droplets that were left in the basket.

I considered keeping the basket, it would be helpful, but the thought of the person returning to get it was far to tempting.

"Thank you." I said to the air, hoping maybe they would hear. "Thank you." I said again. I delicately placed the basket back to were it had been placed and carefully ripped out a page of the book that I had scavenged. I pulled a little moss off of the tree and rubbed it against the paper, writing;
'Thank you for your kindness.'
I folded the papers and placed them carefully in the basket. I wiped the sand off the bottom and placed it a little towards to the foliage, so the person wouldn't have to expose themselves to retrieve it.

I then continued trying to work at the fire, not getting anymore than warmth from the friction and pent up frustration. With no luck, I set the fire aside. And went to explore the beach, and to try and figure out where the dead had gone.