The Italian woman indicated him to walk so they could meet those figures, and even if he could manage and had an easier time with each step, his body was still feeling numb. He followed the full figured woman until they met the other two people halfway through, a couple of women. One of them looked Asian, her shorts and tank top giving her an adventurous look complemented by the fact that she was carrying two coconuts that she seemed to be offering to them. He regretted not knowing English, although who knew if those people talked it, at least he could have tried to. The other woman, way younger than the rest of them was almost like a ghost, a snowflake trapped on a tropical island with her pale... everything. Alejandro soon noticed that even if she seemed young and her height and round face made her look cute, what could be seen of her body on that odd long shirt she was wearing betrayed a way better physique than his soft one.<br/><br/>Noticing that he had been staring at the unusual figure, he averted his eyes and was about to mindlessly accept the coconut from the other one when he ended up aware that he didn't have anything to open it. "Ay que joderse, si tuviera mis cuchillos aquí..." he mumbled, regretful, then his face illuminated for a moment, looking at the sea. Crouching by the sand, he took a nearby stick and tried to focus. "Acabar en una isla jugando al puto pictionary, si me vieran mis amigos se iban a partir el culo" sighed, starting to draw with it in the sand.<br/><br/>Alejandro traced a rectangle with kind of a handle on top, then pointed at the luggage spilled around the shore and close to the plane's tail. "A ver si seguimos teniendo suerte" he said. He made a gesture of grabbing things, then pulling them to his chest. Unsure if it was working, perhaps it would be better if he tried to make an example of himself. Alejandro went into the water, grabbed the closest luggage that floated around and dragged it to the safety of the sand. They would need everything they could get, and for a moment he wished that he could find his suitcase, and is had something not only important for him, but also useful for the group if they were to stay there for a while until rescued. The movement was suiting him fine, and even if it was tiresome, it was better than being lying down on the sand. He was thirsty as hell, but without a way to open those things he would have to endure.