"I can't find it!" Shilah exclaimed.
"Well then look harder," Charlee responded. "I don't think it's here anymore."
"It has to be. This is where we left it!"
The two searched the entire campsite and still were left stranded. They were looking for an oar that Shilah had made. It had taken him weeks to wittle it out of a tree limb they had come across.
"Why did you have to go to bed?" Shilah interrogated.
"Excuse me for being tired. I was lucky to be able to sleep. Last night was the first time I actually slept through the night, Shilah."
"But you knew I was going to go to the river to get our water for breakfast. What if someone or something came in last night and stole it while I was away?"
"Some one?! Did you just say some one?! You know damn well that we are all alone on this fucking island!" Charlee screamed.
There was a long pause as she stood there glaring at him. He finally broke the tension by saying, "Look. I'm sorry. I just...I mean...where could it have gone?"
