Not too far away from the group, Giulia started to walk toward them, see if she could help with a task as she spotted what would do a fine place where to rest and make a sort of base-camp, seeing the asian woman digging with the face of who knows what is doing and the other two moving luggages from the waters to the sandy beach, she had the impression that they really were in vacation... nobody had felt sorrow... or shock... or maybe they were just lieing to themselves and hiding a fragile and shattered heart but keeping a strong appearance, maybe it was a silent primitive survivalist instinct, not to scare the others and try to keep all the pieces together. Suddently, the man that was drawing something on the sand with the nordic girl fell on the ground, Giulia gasped and immediately started to move and reach them, but the same nordic girl, almost effortlessly, helped the spanish guy to move under the fresher trees, his legs clearly heavy and difficult to move.<br/><br/>Panting, the italian girl appeared and, with a nod of her chin, indicated the man <<...che è successo?>> asked her naturally looking the two, realizing a few seconds later, with the lack of feedback on her question and the empty eyes of the two that heard her question. "eddai però!" thought her cursing the linguistic barrier of the group; she then indicated that she saw him fall on the ground and being dragged there, Giulia then passed an hand on her forehead, emitting a groan of pain and grimacing, as if something was hurting her, then, pointed him again, hoping that he was not going to die under their eyes due to an internal damage or a heat-stroke... that would be a real danger given their undreadyness in that climate... as, at the moment, the only one that could keep the group alive was the asian one and her ability on handling coconuts and... squinting her eyes, she saw her digging near the shoreline...