Keira's stomach was starting to grumble once more. The sun was now positioned about forty-five degrees toward the horizon, so it must have already been around mid-noon. "Shhh… don't complain, you need to start practicing your diet now," she chided her own stomach as she touched it.
Their shelter was ready. Zach had built a roof over their boat using the tree branches that he had collected before, thatched with a combination of dry and mature banana and palm leaves that he had found near the dense jungle.
Besides coconut trees, wild banana trees were also growing on the outer side of the jungle. Ripened bananas were hanging from them, so he harvested them and now they also had some bananas in their mini shelter.
