<strong>Lizzie</strong><br/><br/>Everything that could had been salvaged from the Misty Blue.  It had been sad to see the little boat as a wreckage.  Lizzie worked alongside the others, but she was trying not to panic, not to let the fears and worry eating away at her show.  The other two were being so strong, so brave, she couldnt be the one to show any weakness.  She had to be strong, it was what they would expect.  She managed to get all the various medical supplies she had stored on the yacht, and then salvaged food and clothes.   She had worked hard and when they finally finished she couldnt keep the fear from her mind.  What now?  They were stranded on an island, would anyone come searching for them?<br/><br/>AS the girls went about their tasks Lizzie made sure the fire was stoked and banked and began to cook.  It wasnt a gourmet meal, just something warm, that would fill their bellies, tomorrow she would do a stock check and see exactly what food stuff they had.  She had stayed quiet, she didnt really know what to say to them, she was struggling, the others seemed to be calm, as if they accepted this, but she couldnt, she wasnt.<br/><br/>She smiled at the words, she loved them too, but right now she needed to be alone.  She laid down with the others, but she didnt sleep, she waited until she heard their breathing change, then she got up and walked away from the camp.  She stood on the shore line looking out across the ocean, she couldnt be stuck here.  She had responsibilites, she had people relying on her.  She couldnt be stranded.    She walked a little along the beach, stopping to stare out across the water.  "I cant be stranded here" she whispered to herself.  "I just cant" as she felt a wave of panic she sat in the sand, her eyes staring across the water, they couldnt be stuck....stranded....she just couldnt be.<br/><br/>