Marx was drenched in sweat as he struggled to dig out a few centimeters of soil from the mound. Amaya worked much faster than him as the soil dug deeper on her side. Marx was embarrassed so he tried to apply more force which tired him out.
"Let us just ask the rescue team to help us with the digging." He said helplessly. His hands were callused from handling the shovel-looking tool.
At lunchtime, Marx finally spotted the ship approaching the shoreline. It stopped around two kilometers. He saw small boats coming towards them. He looked at Amaya and thought that her dress was too revealing.
"Aya, can you change into your protective clothing? There will be people coming soon and it will not be appropriate for them to see you in that." Marx explained awkwardly.
