<em>~ Maddi, feeling very alone at Girls' Camp ~</em><br/><br/><br/>When Maddi found the camp empty her heart sank like a stone.  So Lizzie was off on her own like Kira.  She hadn't been surprised that Kira hadn't followed her.  Not with the way Tony had looked at her. On auto-pilot she dealt with the fire and then stood staring out to sea.  That's where any rescue would come from, if it came..........  if those men had been here two years already..........<br/><br/>She undid the pouch and pulled out the small compass, snapping it open and nodding as it confirmed her estimation.  She looked at the way the waves outside the reef were running and went over the day before the crash in her mind.<br/><br/>They should have come a huge distance, and seeing the charts in her head, straight out into an empty sea.  The Misty Blue had wings in that kind of blow, so they were way, way out into the ocean. So where did this island come into it? No search party set off by Kira's parents' would come this far out, and if the island wasn't on the charts..........  not near a shipping lane either or the men would have been rescued ages ago, if they had any nous about them that was.<br/><br/>She dreaded the question........ she knew sooner or later Kira would ask it, and would Lizzie already have any idea just how bad things were? She wasn't sure.  Was she going to be able to lie about it – was there any point in lying?  She'd always protected Kira from some of the harsher side of life, but now, here, when it was all about survival Kira would just have to face it, with none of the safety cushion a young woman from a background like hers had normally.<br/><br/>Then there was the guys.  On their own the women would have been OK, but now there were men involved things could get........  she shook her head and swore, and felt like crying her eyes out, it looked like life hadn't stopped kicking her when ever it had the chance, and fuck she was so sick of it.<br/><br/>She turned and looked round their makeshift camp – there was plenty here to keep her busy, the energy was better spent on that than on crying.  She rummaged through the emergency box, looking at what was in there, briskly wiping away the few stray tears that came much against her will.  She pulled out the small fire and escape hatchet, balancing the weight of it and looking across at their shelter thoughtfully.  It didn't take her long to cut some soft undergrowth, and pile it up inside, laying the now dry sleeping bags on top of the three makeshift mattresses.  She folded up the three life jackets putting them as pillows, even if the girls didn't come back tonight, they had a bed ready for when they did.<br/><br/>Next she undid the the food store and hauled it down so she could go through it, neatly piling the tins to one side she thought about the ingredients that would have to be used up, and those which they could try and keep going for as long as possible.  There was the fish to cook too – no point in letting them go to waste.  Her stomach rumbled, and she looked longingly at the rice, but no, they should save that for as long as they could, or for when they couldn't forage some carbs.  All she took out in the end was an onion and then she hauled everything else back up again, feeling the difference in weight now the tins were all piled below the tree.<br/><br/>Taking the largest pan they had she sliced the onion thinly on a flat rock and scattered some rings on the bottom and then laid the fish on on top, finishing off with the rest of the onions.  She hollowed out one side of the fire with a large stick, pushing a flat stone into the bay she had created and then pulling the embers back around it.  Putting the lid on the pan she put it into the make shift oven she was creating, pulling more embers around the sides and over the lid.<br/><br/>She went back to the clearing she had met Tony in and using her knife cut some yams from the vine, bringing them back to the fire and pushing them into very edges of the fire.  Well at least she'd eat well tonight.  Spotting her makeshift fishing line from earlier she put it in the outside pocket of her rucksack and briefly looked through some of the things in that, smiling at some of them, and thinking of what she would have put in there if she'd known where they were going to end up.<br/><br/>She pulled out some clean panties, and did the bag up, putting it into the shelter by the pile of the girl's clothes.  She knew what she wanted most right now - so she also brought out her sports towel and shaking it out, hung it over their line, with the clean panties ready for when she came back.  Taking off her t-shirt she drew another message in the sand for Lizzie in case she came back – just a simple 'Gone swimming,' with and arrow, and putting a little more wood on the fire she walked down to the sea.<br/>