Morning dawns on our island paradise.

Morning. You get any sleep at all?

Oof, did you?

I'm liking the ugly sweater.

Yeah, not bad, right?

Look how peaceful. The three of them sleeping, like they don't have a care in the world.

At least we ought to give them a Christmas.

But can we talk about what happens when they wake up?

Well, we have enough food for breakfast and a little water to share.

And then what?

Once the tide recedes, I can take another trip to the cave, and then we'll work on getting rescued.

We can't survive another night like that without a fire without shelter we'll try to start one again and it'll blow out again

just like it did over and over last night are you saying you want us to move inland what choice do we

have we don't know what's up those cliffs.

And if there's a jungle canopy, we might as well be invisible.

I'd say we leave a message behind, but the ocean will just wash it away.

I watched you timing the tides overnight. They don't make sense, do they?

Oh, I've never seen this kind of irregularity. I mean, one time it was barely an hour between a high and a low tide.

Then you agree. It's not safe for us down here. We need access to water and food, and we need solid shelter.

So, we go up?

We go up.

Amelia, Jake, Leo.

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