Giulia heard the man on her side starting to mutter something... probably prayers... or curses... if only she knew spanish... Whatever the man said, she saw him smile and move his hands to the offered coconuts <<...oh. Uhhhh>> whispered the italian tourist with a shy, awkward smile while her hands moved too to the offered coconuts, as the heat turned to be more and more unbearable, made barely acceptable by the dry, fresher seabreeze that removed humidity from the air, air that othwerwise felt like breathing a thick, dense, salty waters.<br/><br/>Trough her thick glasses, Giulia eyed the asian woman, so lean and athletic, sporting clothes that would have fit a character like Lara Croft and now handing them those coconuts, at this point, imagining her climbing a bent and curverd palmtree like an alpine goat, without efforts and grace, and behind the asian woman, a ghost of girl... so pale that if she would have get over the sand, people would barely aknowledge her presence; yet, her face was full and rounded, proper of people living in the cold, at that thought she started thinking she was russian... or at least some part of the endless russian territories and relative endless list of ethnicities.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted by a sound of scribbling, of sand being scratched and moved, looking on the ground, she saw the presumably spanish man drawing an envelope? No... it was... a trolley! And then... he suggested taking them. Giulia nodded <<...giusto...>> again, she was about to speak, but nodody would understand, so she tried to mimic, at the best she could have managed. Rising one finger << Prima >> and then, she repeated the same gesture of the spanish guy. Trolleys were a valuable source of things, now. Then, rotating her right index finger, making it roll as indicating something coming later << pooooooi >> at this point, she indicated the sun, now scorching their skins, but, as in any place, in a few hours will sink under the sea. As to enrich her point, she painted a sun on the sand, then, an arrow pointed to an half-moon... and what seemed a tent of some sort.<br/><br/>Seeing the asian woman going for the aircraft and the man going to recover floating baggages, she sighed and assumed that the shelter was on her own... unless the tiny and presumably still in late-childhood girl decided to help her... admitting she would understand << Beh... se proprio ci si perdesse di vista, almeno sempre qui si è...>> said her with a shrug, while moving toward the forest; immediately the air felt fresher and richer of oxygen, while her skin tingled and started to burn for the exposition under the sun and the saltwater bath, the curvy girl started to search for a shelter... a tree... a place that would have been safe for the night or, as she feared, the many nights to follow. Moving her delicate feets from a root to the other, slowly searching for openings or big trees that would offer a repair from the sun and the presumably daily tropical rainfalls.<br/><br/>Time passed; it was seconds... minutes?... hours? Was she lost? Were the others suspecting her to be dead in the depths of the island? Giulia lost track of time and started feeling a sense of anguish, abandonment, solitude, but the distant voice of the companions in this mis-adventure reassured her while satting on a large trunk in order to pass to the other side.<br/><br/><<...qui ci sta...>> said her while examining an opening in the canopy, an opening that allowed a lot of sunlight to pass trough, yet, the trees nearby would offer protection from the sun and as well from the winds, moving around the trunk, she noticed that a mangrove tree offered a safe base where the group could retire during the night, with alot of space for a fire and repairs.<br/><br/>Following the voices of the team, Giulia soon returned to the beach, where the burning sand cooked her feets and the sun resumed the broiling of her light skin, this time, she just waved at them, indicating a roof with her arms, spotting the man dragging the lost baggage to the beach and the asian woman digging in the sand.<br/><br/>"A roof, coconuts and whatever we see from the baggages" thought her "we might even survive this", with this, she approached the others...