None of us remember exactly how it happened, but it did, and all too quick. One minute we were friends; laughing, joking, the next we were washing sand out of our cuts with fear in our breath. We were no longer friends, we were survivors. We didn’t say a word, but none of us needed to. We all knew what had happened, but the silence replaced our lack of words, for nobody knew what was going to happen. We sat there, staring at our hands as if we had done this to ourselves, but nobody lifted their heads from their grief to look each other in the eyes, because to see is to believe, and nobody wanted to believe. We must believe.
What we scavenged from the plane
1. Axe
2. Harpoon and flippers
3. Signal flares
4. Blankets
5. Cooking pots
6. Knives
7. First aid kit
8. Mirror
9. Rope
10. Fishing tackle
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