Mason sat before the fire rubbing his hands together to warm them. A breeze blew off the ocean over his bare chest and back, making him shiver. He didn't mind the chill though. His spirits were high after his talk with Ilona.
His stomach growled, and he sighed, dropping his head into his hands. He was famished, and he knew Ilona was as well. They needed to eat something soon. They hadn't been eating well on the ship for days, and now they hadn't eaten at all since they'd woken up on the island. He was thankful they had at least found fresh water here.
The fire began to burn low, and the sky grew lighter and lighter as the sunrise came closer. Mason sighed and pushed himself up from the beach to begin work gathering more wood for the fire to keep it going. It hadn't been all that easy to light in the first place, so he didn't want to fight to do it again.
