Samantha ate her roasted dinner. She finally got something to eat since the swim. She then focussed on the next big element of survival: fresh water. She got up and checked to see if her clothes were dry. She had wrung them out as much as possible to ring the salt out of them. They were little damp, but most of the salt had been washed out, she could tell by the taste. She hanged her clothes out in the open, somewhere where they wouldn't easily fall down. She sat down in the sand, and looked up at the distant sky,<em>"Rain... prefect,"</em>she thought.<br/><br/>She cut off a large branch stump and began cutting at it, crafting it into a poorly crafted cup. After wards she used the sticky sap to her advantage. She covered the cup in sand and used a piece from her old shoe to rub it down vigorously. After about 5 minutes, she had effectively sanded the cup down, removing splinters. She washed the cup off in the salty ocean and set it out on the sandy beach ground.<br/><br/>She regretted leaving the others now, but at least this way she wouldn't develop any insane feelings for them. She couldn't afford to think about anyone but herself, and for a brief few moments, considered killing off the others in order to make herself the last survivor. It would have been a bad idea because without anyone else to sell into slavery, they would sell her.