I talked to each person in turn, and asked things like, how they were surviving, what did they eat, if they had a raft started yet. They all told me about an 'old guy', that he was the one that brings food. There was no raft, nor anything of the sort. They were going to stay put and not do anything until rescue came to them. Each person also talked about a guy named Hugh. He seemed to be the leader of this rabble. I asked where to find him and they pointed toward one of the lean-to's that they had thrown together. I went and talked to him. He seemed very rude, and stuck up. He talked to me about and old guy too, and that he brought food, but he wouldn't be surprised if the guy never came back. Hugh said guy was always gone forever, and sometimes did not even bring anything to eat. He told me that the old guy was some kind of professor. Actually Hugh talked forever, and by the time I was able to go looking for the old man, night had fallen. I knew I couldn't look long, I was getting tired. But I asked Hugh which way the guy went and followed his point.
When I cut through some bushes and plants, I came to what looked like some kind of crossroad. There were three paths. One of them was blocked by a Jaguar, another was clear. The last path someone was standing in front of, blocking it. Actually he did not look at all happy to see me, he started yelling at me to leave, shooing me away. I only got a slight look at him before I obeyed his incessant orders and left. He seemd to be an islander. People did actually live here, somewhere. I was surprised. From the impression that guy left, they did not seem to welcoming, or friendly. I would have to investigate that more in the morning though. I could barley keep my eyes open as it was. I had to get back home and sleep. Also I had to tell Waiata what I had found! As I returned home I wondered if Waiata held secrets he couldn't share about the island.