Maddi swum out into the crystal clear water, the rhythm of her strokes giving her a little peace.  She emptied her mind and let herself just be one with the water, and the bob over the waves, letting them lift and rock her.  EVentually she turned at a right angle and swum in line with the beach, following it along in the opposite direction to where she had left Kira and the other two men, she didn't want to go near them if she could help it.<br/><br/>She had gone quite a ways past where the yacht had sunk, when she realised up ahead a small stream made it's way out into the sea.  She felt a little lift as she thought now she could get fresh water, well there had to be some with the guys still here after so long, but it was a relief anyways.<br/><br/>She swum along to it and then waded a little way up the stream, tasting the water on her fingertips a few times until all the salt had gone.  After along slow drink she lay down in it, luxuriating in the fact that now at last the harsh salt would be washed away and she wouldn't feel that sticky invisible covering to her body.  Standing up she took off her panties and scrubbed them with her knuckles in the running water, washing way the aftermath of her sex with Tony, wishing she could wash away the taste in her mouth from it as well. How could she have been so dam stupid? She was so NOT going to cry, this was fucking ridiculous...... she was turning into a cry baby.<br/><br/>She was tired, so tired, she could feel that long slow ache in her bones. She shouldn't have swum so far after everything else, but it was worth it to find fresh water.  She stood up, wringing our her panties and looking along the beach wondering what else she would find if she followed it round, but that would be for another day.<br/><br/>She walked slowly back to camp, keeping to the edge of the trees where it was easier and firmer to walk. The sun was lower and warmed her gently, she knew how quickly night fell in this latitude and wondered how cold it got normally at night here.<br/><br/>She didn't need her towel when she got back so she slipped on the panties she'd left ready and the same vest t-shirt and buckled on her belt.  She hung the ones she'd just washed up over the line and put some more wood on the fire, she'd need to get some more before night fell she thought, but first of all she was going to have something to eat.  Using a couple of sticks she pulled out the yams from the edges and then the pan.  Leaving them for a moment to cool while she got a plate and and a spoon and fork from the pile Lizzie had made by the tree which one end of the line was tied to.<br/><br/>She unsnapped her knife and speared one of the yams, cutting through the blackened hard outside and into the creamy fluff inside, sucking her fingers from the burst of steam.  Flicking the lid off with the tip of her knife she breathed in the savory aroma of the fish, spooning out some of the moist flaking flesh on top of the yam.  Using the edge of her t-shirt she put the lid back on and then by dint of some hot finger juggling and partly using her spoon put the remaining baked yams on top of the lid.  They'd stay hot for quite a while she thought if anyone came back hungry.  Carefully wiping the knife off between her fingers she slipped it back into the sheath and took her plate onto the beach to eat, she might as well make the most of the setting she thought, people paid thousands of dollars to sit on isolated beautiful beaches like these.