Samantha woke up, and yawned dramatically. She had forgotten most of the details of the night before, but did remember up to the point where she lost her knife. "My knife!" Samantha cried, and scrambled around looking for it. When she tried to get up, she realized she was still tied up, and still naked, "Aw crap! my clothes," she cursed a few times, the tide would have taken them by now. She crawled over to the shrubs and found her knife. She cut the rope off of her feet and hands.<br/><br/>After that she bolted up, keeping hold of the rope and darted for the shoreline. Her clothes, her cup, all gone. She cursed and cried out to the skies. She wasn't going to give up though, she paced back and forth spitting curses. She sat in the sand and crossed her arms. After sitting there for a short while she looked at her rope scraps, they were cut too short to use. She got up and wandered back into the jungle, looking to find food.