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Third Person POV

Aside from being a botanist, San was also a good cook. Since he was no longer on the cruise ship, he asked to take over White's culinary duties.

White was more than willing to be relieved of his duties. He needed to spend some time with Captain.

San was grateful to the staff members who had thought of grabbing the large plastic containers containing non-perishable food stuff which also included spices and seasonings. San used those spices and seasonings to drop into the big pot. San had first made a trip to the river to scoop water into the pot. He had placed the pot on the makeshift stove and was waiting for the water to boil.

While San was waiting for the water to boil, he started to cut up the vegetables using his Swiss knife. As he was doing so, he heard a voice from behind him.

"Can I help you with cutting these vegetables?"

San turned around. It was Mew, whom he was meeting for the first time.

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"I would be happy to let you but I don't have an extra knife for you to use," San replied.

With a smile, Mew dug into his pocket.

"Voila!" Mew exclaimed, showing San his own Swiss pocket knife.

San looked at Mew wide eyed.

"How were you able to slip that through the cruise ship security when you boarded?"

"I didn't bring it with me," Mew explained patiently, "I bought it from the ship's gift shop."

San was shaking his head. He was thinking about bringing the matter of the gift shop being allowed to sell Swiss pocket knives to the captain.

"Well? Are you going to let me help you cut up the rest of the vegetables?" Mew asked.

"Yes, yes, of course, thank you... I don't know your name..."

"My name is Mew."

San took the hand that Mew extended to him.

"And I'm San."

"I know," Mew said with a smile, "you are the botanist."

As Mew and San stood side by side cutting the vegetables, Gulf appeared from nowhere.

"That task looks like fun," said Gulf, "may I join in?"

"I'm afraid not," San replied, "I do not have an extra knife for you to use."

"Well, I can take care of dropping the cut up vegetables into the pot," Gulf offered, not wanting to be turned away, "I can see that the water is boiling already."

"Go ahead, then," San relented, but he was not too happy. He had wanted to spend some alone time with Mew.

San was not aware of it, but Copter had been watching him from afar.

Copter wondered what excuse he could make to approach San. What kind of assistance could he offer San? The problem was, he knew diddly squat about cooking.

Copter sighed and started walking toward the shore.

As he stood on the water's edge, his thoughts traveled to Kimmon. He wondered if Kimmon had survived the disaster. He had looked around until in exhaustion, he fell unconscious on the shoreline that night of the disaster.

Copter stood looking out into the horizon and had not heard someone's footsteps on the sand.

Copter got startled when he felt someone's arm go around his shoulder.

"P'Kim!" Copter exclaimed, "how did you know where to find me? How did you even know that I was alive!"

"Someone told me that he had seen you and that you had announced your name to the botanist. I have spent the rest of the morning searching for you."

No more words were said after that. They both hugged and kissed and hugged some more, not wanting to let go of each other.

They were both not aware that Chimon was watching them from afar.

"Penny for your thoughts."

Chimon almost jumped. He had not heard the person approach.

"Who are you?" Chimon asked, not too happy that his thoughts got interrupted.

The person held out his hand to Chimon.

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"I'm Off," said the stranger, "mind telling me your name?"

"Chimon."

"Nice to meet you, Chimon," said Off, "was there anyone with you on the ship that you might be looking for in this island?"

Chimon did not answer. Suddenly he burst into tears, bringing his hands over his face.

Off hugged him gently.

"I'm looking for someone as well," Off said. The sadness could clearly be heard in his voice.

"What's the name of the person for whom you're looking?" Chimon asked.

"Gun," Off replied, "Gun Atthapan. How about yours?"

"Pluem," Chimon replied, "I hope... I really, really hope..."

Chimon's voice cracked. He could not continue talking.

Off hugged Chimon gently once more.

"I have the feeling that both of them made it ashore," said Off, "we just need to continue searching."

Chimon nodded wordlessly.

Suddenly they heard the captain announcing over his megaphone.

"For all those who would like something to eat, please approach the shelter. Please do not throw away the plastic bowls and spoons. You will have to reuse them in future because we have scanty supply of these disposable items."

Everyone approached the shelter. White and San took over scooping the cooked vegetables and soup into each bowl and handing them to each survivor, reminding each one not to throw away the bowl and spoon after use.

Mew and Gulf were the first to be given their share since they had already been there in the first place.

Mew started walking over to a nearby tree, not noticing that Gulf had followed him.

When he sat down on the grassy area under the tree, that was when he noticed Gulf. Gulf had also sat down close beside him.

"Hey," said Gulf.

"What was your name again?" Mew asked.

Gulf shook his head in disappointment.

"I don't think you're old enough to have an impaired memory," said Gulf, "let me remind you anyway, that my name is Gulf."

"Oh, yes, Gulf," Mew said with a soft chuckle, before scooping some of the soupy vegetables into his spoon and bringing the spoon to his mouth.

"Were you spending your vacation on the cruise with anyone?" Gulf wanted to know.

Mew shook his head. His mouth was full so he could not talk.

Finally, after he swallowed his food, Mew asked, "How about you, were you vacationing with anyone?"

Gulf shook his head. "I'm not a passenger. I'm a cruise ship staff."

"Oh, I see," said Mew, "what kind of work do you do?"

"I'm an administrative staff," Gulf informed Mew.

"How long do you think before we get rescued from this island?" Mew asked.

"Hard to tell," Gulf replied.

Gulf wanted to say, 'not until I get to spend enough time with you to get to know you more.'

As they sat eating under the tree, Gulf and Mew noticed some people walking towards the opening in the thick shrubs and bushes that would lead them to the river.

"After we finish eating, let's go to the river and rinse our bowls and spoons there," Mew suggested.

Gulf was more than willing to go along with the suggestion.

Mew was going towards where a small crowd was, but Gulf guided him farther away, into a more secluded part of the river.

Suddenly, Gulf stopped, motioning Mew to back away.

A few feet away, there was someone who had just removed his shirt and pants and was getting ready to take a swim in the river.

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