While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation Chapter 5: The Beauty's Confession

Margaret trailed behind me as we navigated through the tricky shrubbery. Once we got past that, the path to the cave was pretty clear. But there was this small stone platform in front of the cave, about waist-high. Most guys could hop over it no problem, but for a girl, it was a bit of a challenge.

Plus, Margaret had hurt her foot. So, I had to carry her over the platform and into the cave to rest.

I gotta admit, she was one sexy woman. Now that we were mostly out of danger, my mind started to wander. Being alone with such a beautiful and sexy woman, any guy would have a hard time keeping his thoughts in check.

But I had to respect Margaret's wishes. Even on a deserted island, I couldn't just force her into anything.

Besides, we were still in a bit of a pickle. We had been rushing to find a place to stay and hadn't gathered any supplies. It was getting late, and we needed to make a fire.

Margaret needed to rest, so all the tasks fell on me.

I took off my last shirt and tore it up, then gathered some dry branches and grass around the cave to make a makeshift mat. I let Margaret lie down to rest.

I grabbed a leather bag I found in the water and got ready to head out to find some supplies. The food in the bag wouldn't last forever, and we needed a steady food source to survive.

"Carl..." Just as I was about to leave, Margaret grabbed my arm, "Thanks for everything today."

"When we get rescued, can we..." She looked down, fiddling with her fingers, "I mean, I'm really glad I met you."

She looked like she had feelings for me, her cheeks a bit red, and she kept glancing at me.

Was Margaret confessing to me? She didn't spell it out, but it was pretty clear she had feelings for me!

Being stranded on a deserted island wasn't all bad!

"It's nothing, I should be thanking you. If you hadn't woken me up, I might not be alive now." I shook my head, trying to reassure her, "I'm just going to find some stuff to make a fire. I'll be back before dark."

After spending the day together, I had a pretty good idea of what Margaret was thinking. Stranded on this deserted island with a serious injury, she was scared I'd leave her behind or that we'd both get killed by wild animals because of her.

I comforted her for a bit before she let me go out alone.

When we walked from the beach, I noticed there were a lot of coconut trees nearby and plenty of edible berries in the bushes. I couldn't tell which foods were tasty, but at least we wouldn't starve.

Since time was tight, I only grabbed a few coconuts and found some dry branches and sticks for making a fire. There were flints around that could be used to start a fire, but I didn't have a pickaxe to mine them, so I had to skip that idea.

I brought everything back to the camp and started prepping to make a fire.

There are lots of ways to start a fire, but not all of them are practical. For example, the old rubbing sticks together method is theoretically possible, but it's really only for primitive people. Not many folks have the arm strength to drill a hole in a tree branch by hand and ignite dry leaves with the heat from friction.

But rubbing sticks together to make a fire was theoretically doable, especially with some tools. By pressing a sharpened stick against the bark and using branches and a rope to make a bow-shaped device, then wrapping the rope around the stick, pulling the bow-shaped device would make the stick rotate quickly, creating friction and sparks.

This method wasn't too hard, but where was I gonna find a rope right now?

Making a rope from dry grass would take forever and a lot of effort. No way I could make one before dark.

I looked around, trying to find something to use instead of a rope, and then I spotted a black strap on Margaret.

Wasn't this a rope? I could use the strap from Margaret's bra!

But how was I supposed to ask her? She didn't seem like the type to just hand over something so personal. If she got the wrong idea, it would be a mess.

Just as I was staring at her, trying to figure out how to ask, Margaret sighed and called me over. She then took off her outer clothes and unhooked her bra, handing it to me.

"You need this, right?" Her ample chest was exposed in front of me, slightly rising and falling with her breath, "I don't know what you need it for, but I think you need this."

Margaret's eyes were wandering as she spoke, probably a bit shy, but after saying this, she looked at me seriously. I could see from her eyes that she trusted me completely, willing to believe in me unconditionally.

I couldn't betray her trust, so I immediately explained why I needed the bra.

"You know so much!" Margaret's face lit up with admiration, "Just wrap the strap around this to make a fire?"

I nodded, and right in front of her, I ignited the dry leaves and built a small campfire with many branches. Although the fire was weak, the whole cave was instantly filled with light.

By the firelight, I saw that Margaret's face was covered in fine sweat. She seemed to have a fever. I reached out to touch her face, and it was indeed hot.

I immediately became alert and went to check her leg wound. Although it had been treated, it was still inflamed.

Fortunately, the infection wasn't severe. If I had some antibiotics, it would be easy to fix.

Easier said than done, getting antibiotics was no easy task! But now, I couldn't lose hope. On my first day after waking up, I met Margaret and Matt's group, so it was possible there were more survivors nearby.

If someone had brought medicine from the ship, Margaret would be saved!

Now, I needed to find some herbs to temporarily stabilize her condition. The bread and jerky in my pocket were also running out, and I needed to secure a food source.

I told Margaret to watch the campfire and add fuel to keep it from going out, while I searched the outskirts of the forest by moonlight.

There were many wild blueberry bushes in the nearby forest. Although the berries were small, they could fill our stomachs. Food was secured.

But I still couldn't find the herb I wanted, sage.

I carefully searched under the trees with a stick, but suddenly heard a heart-wrenching roar in the distance. Whoever it was must have been in serious trouble to make such a sound.

I didn't know where I got the courage today, but I followed the sound with my stick. Unexpectedly, after walking into the forest for a while, I saw Aimee again.