[/i]Flames, Screams, faces with vacant eyes, open mouths with only small crabs coming out. Smoke, choking. hands reaching out. Pained legs, lungs, arms, praying for death, where are the bloody sharks when you want them? Sharks![/i]<br/><br/>Kate gasped awake, fighting the air against attacking sharks. Heart pounding, she took her bearings and stirred the fire. Time for another day to begin. Today she would walk the beach again to search for the dead.<br/><br/>As the sun came up, a pink glow in a hazy gray sky, she saw what looked like smoke and a beached whale. Shaking her head, she began to jog down the beach. The beached whale turned into a luggage container from the airline. The wind shifted and brought the scent of smoke her direction. She hadn't just imagined that. Her jog became an all out run. At the aluminum case, she stopped and stooped to see under it. A fire smoldered there and the sand was depressed as if a body had lain there, but there was no one. There was  no blood either, which was good. Glancing around, she saw large, deep footprints leading inland. A man, a big one, was mobile.<br/><br/>"Hellooooooo." Kate called, cupping her hands around her mouth. "Hellooooooo, is anyone alive?"<br/><br/>She followed the steps for a while but didn't find the owner so she fell back into her routine. It was time to go exploring.<br/><br/>Kate returned to her cave and coiled her braided rope around her arm and slung the seaweed fish net into the gathering pouch she had made from palm fronds. Later today, she would go through the luggage to see if there were any usable clothing and hopefully, she would find the survivor from the crash.