Aerin walked down the beach for some time staring out at the ocean. Most of the beach was sugar white sand, but there were a few rocky areas that had tide pools brimming with life. He knew the crabs in them would be an excellent food source, and he even spotted a lobster in one.  He also noted the coconut palms that littered the area. Taking a brief break he managed to crack into one using a rock and drank it's contents. As delicious as it was he knew that he needed to find a real water source within the next few days if he wanted to survive. Before getting back to his search he stripped out of his pants and hung them over his shoulders leaving him in only his boxers. The heat was starting to get to be to much to wear pants and without his suitcase he didn't have any shorts to change into for comfort.<br/><br/>After his brief break Aerin resumed his trek down the beach, still blowing the whistle ever few minutes hoping that someone would hear him. It wasn't long before he spotted something in the distance. Shielding his eyes from the sun he squinted and finally made out the shape. It was the tail of the air plane. Excitement welled up in his chest at the sight. Maybe, just maybe he could find someone alive there. It made sense to him to stay near a piece of the wreckage, it was easy to spot from the ground and sky and could also contain many usefully supplies.<br/><br/>Breaking into a jog Aerin blew long and hard on the whistle every minute or so. After about what felt like a mile Aerin saw something else. It looked to be the shapes of people moving about. A gleeful smile split his face and he quickened his pace from a light jog to a steady run. Adrenaline pumped through his muscles as he ran towards what he hoped were other survivors. As he drew nearer he could make out that they shapes were indeed people. Over and over he blew whistle hoping to catch their attention as he ran towards them waving an arm high above his head.