"Si ya se que se puede beber el coco, pero hace falta abrirlo primero, entonces en lugar de dejarme las pelotas intentando partirlo prefiero ver si podemos encontrar..." Alejandro sighed, finally knowing that his tirade would get him nowhere. He thought they had understood him, but the Asian one went to do her own thing and the Italian went inland to do... who knew, perhaps something related to seeking refuge. Only the younger one stood with him, but she didn't seem to understand him either, as she was looking at him with a worried face. "Todo va a salir bien, no te preocupes. Nos las arreglaremos hasta que nos encuentren, no pasa nada" he tried to comfort her, even if he had trouble believing his own words and she didn't even understand them, so she would have to work with his tired smile and slow nodding.<br/><br/>Since the women were doing their own stuff and the girl was... scared? Concerned? That left only him to recover the luggage around. Maybe the girl didn't know how to swim? A little bout of luck smiled at him, as he noticed something while he was dragging the luggage out. Not too far in the water, he could see the white, red and green of the Basque Country flag that betrayed that suitcase as his. He had to get it as soon as he left the one he was carrying, and he was surprised of the small girl helping him. There was something odd about her touch, as she was gentle with it, but her hands were the ones of a person that worked hard, strong and somewhat rough.<br/><br/>She was pulling him to the trees, maybe she wanted to help, or show him something. Her fingers were on top of his, her language sounding urgent. He was fine with following her, but first he had to recover his luggage, now that luck had make it drift closer to him. Alejandro followed the girl so he could leave the luggage in the shadow of the tree, but she seemed to have plans of her own. He couldn't stop with her now and trying to decipher what she wanted, he had to keep working, keep pushing forward as he always did, but the girl couldn't understand it. Pausing for a moment, Alejandro knelt on the sand, leaning on the luggage both him and the girl were carrying to write on the sand, this time with his left index finger, so he was doing what he could.<br/><br/>"Esto es importante" Alejandro said, even if the girl couldn't understand. He draw a suitcase once more, but this time he drew additional lines crossing it, mimicking the flag that was painted on his luggage. Its content forced him to register and lock it, but they should be able to force it open with a rock or something.<br/><br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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</div><br/><br/>Alejandro pointed at the drawing, then to him, back to the drawing, then to him. The third time he did so, he replaced the pointing to himself with a couple of claps in his chest, near to his heart. If the meaning of the gesture was lost to the girl, maybe the passion that impregnated the gesture wouldn't. He leaned back on the luggage to prop himself up, hoping that she understood him, but his knees wouldn't answer. "Que cojones..." he muttered, surprised. He tried harder, but that only served for him to fall flat on his side, releasing the luggage he was carrying. He could still feel his legs, but they wouldn't answer, strained to their limit, as Alejandro wasn't someone that exercised much, his job being the only source of physical work.<br/><br/>His arms still worked, so he tried to drag his sorry ass back into the shadow, sitting against a tree. Now it was his hand the one grasping the girl's strongly. Alejandro pointed to his drawing on the sand, then to the sea, hoping that the girl could understand.