Edens attempts at lifting Mary's spirits were well intentioned, but hardly enough to coax the troubled girl from the downward spiral she seemed to be headed towards. It was strange though, how confident Eden seemed to be. They had both been kidnapped, they had both been bound, gagged and caged. They were both forced to jump off the same ship, and swim to this very island, and yet Mary couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of helplessness all around her. Eden was strong, determined, positive. She wasn't going to let the circumstances of her predicament get the better of her, and it was something about her attitude which saw Mary hovering around the tiniest bit of hope she could muster up for herself.<br/><br/>Springing up onto her feet as Eden went to work carving out a shelter, Mary slowly began trekking through the light brush of trees and jungle on the outskirts of the waterfall. She was looking for anything that could be used as food, but since she didn't have a clue what was good to eat, and what wasn't, Marys greedy fingers worked like mad snatching up anything and everything even remotely edible looking. Figs, berries, mangoes, and various other fruits were balled up in Mary's tank as she created a makeshift basket for herself, lifting up the bottom of her shirt and stretching it out around the bundle of tropical offerings. Whatever she could find was fair game, though without noticing, Mary would slowly begin wandering off deeper into the jungle.