<em>~ Maddi discovering the girls are not alone ~</em><br/><br/>Maddi clambered back along the reef, toward the bit closest to the shore.  She was pleased she'd caught a few good tasty fish even some baby snappers and a medium sized mackerel.  She was lucky she'd opted to fish on the deep water side of the reef today and that the shelfish had been such a good bait – she hoped it would always be that easy, it had only taken her about an hour and a half.  She'd tied the fish into a bunch with a bit of cord and wound her line up securely to swim back with.<br/><br/>She gutted and descaled the fish on a flatish rock on the beach, leaving them whole except for their heads so they could decide how to cook them later, she thought that probably Lizzie would have some specific ideas for that, she normally took control when it came to cooking, and it was important to keep everyone occupied and feeling needed so she'd probably play up on that too.<br/><br/>Maddi decided to angle inland slightly and follow just inside the treeline to get back to camp and see what she could spot for for future foraging, she might even find something nice and fresh to go with the fish if she was lucky, she'd already spotted a few good things earlier.<br/><br/>She still felt tense and worried.  Even the fishing hadn't taken her main concerns away and she wouldn't feel better until she knew they had fresh water.  She had also been very puzzled as to where exactly they were and how close to any shipping routes they might be.  If her calculations were right there shouldn't be any island at all where she had thought they were and it made a big difference as to how soon they were likely to be rescued and how they should plan things.<br/><br/>She spotted a mango tree but looking on the ground there were no unspoiled fruit and she wasn't going to try and climb that baby without some back up. But she knew Lizzie would be pleased when she told her as she loved the sweet scented fruit.<br/><br/>She grinned though when she spotted some mammee apples in a stand of bushes just a little further in.  The rough, oval brown  fruits were fine to eat when they were peeled and she'd learned to make jam from them by one restaurant chef.  Improvising a quick container she slipped off her t-shirt and laid it down on the ground, quickly filling it with a small mound of fruit, then gathering it into a sack she picked up the fish again which she'd hung on a bush nearby.  She could tell she was almost back at camp and if she angled off a little to the right she should be there any minute, she wondered if the girls had got back, but she couldn't hear any voices in the distance so she thought perhaps not.<br/><br/>Just as she rounded a small clump of undergrowth she stopped stock still and swore out loud.  She couldn't believe her eyes, there on the ground right in front of her was a dark, tousled guy, dressed only in a tattered pair of shorts and by the looks of it out cold.<br/><br/>Her thoughts going into overdrive she laid down the food and knelt by the side of him. Where had he come from and from the look of the cut and bruise on his head what the heck had happened to him?  She looked round nervously behind her, had someone hit him?  And if so were the girls in danger?  She still couldn't hear any sound of them or she'd have called for Lizzie.  He was breathing fine and there didn't seem to be any other obvious injury.  He looked very unkempt and uncared for, and from the state of his shorts he hadn't just been shipwrecked like the girls, which meant he could have been here for quite some time.  Poor guy, he looked so vulnerable, if he'd been here all alone it must have been so hard for him.<br/><br/>She reached out and took hold of his shoulder, squeezing it gently and calling out to him, "Can you hear me? ….....  Hello? …......  It looks like you hurt your head, does anywhere else hurt?"