The sun was close to setting now. There were a few stars dotting the rainbow sky. It was beautiful, really. The green, leafy trees, the setting sun, the gentle breeze. It was almost paradise, you know, except for the injured leg and being stranded on an unfamiliar island. Otherwise, it was perfect. 

Luc stared at the sky, trying to see how many stars he could count. He was desperately trying to keep his mind off of the location of the others. This was the best he could come up with. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket knife. the students weren't supposed to bring weapons on the cruise, but Luc was never good at following the rules. It often got him into trouble, but this time it might save his life. He flicked it open and closed, admiring the way it shone red as the light of the setting sun reflected off of it. How ironic. A pocket knife with red on it.

Luc's stomach grumbled. He suddenly realized he hadn't had anything to drink or eat since lunch the day before. Even then, he hadn't eaten much. He was feeling a bit sea sick, but he never would have admitted it. He sat up and scanned the trees to see if any of them had fruit on them. When he didn't see any, he laid back down and groaned. He thought for sure he was going to die here.