[centre][img]https://i.imgur.com/tvBPaSw.png[/img][/centre][color=LimeGreen][centre][h1]Orlando[/h1][/centre][/color][hr]

Of all the things he expected coconut girl to do, climbing up even higher was admittedly second on the list, and it was then that Orlando realized that in the short time that they have been acquainted she had a tendency to forgo common sense and do whatever strikes her fancy. He had to admit, in a situation like this, that aspect of hers was strangely comforting. Seeing her act like this was a run-of-the-mill situation took some of the weight of being stranded on a seemingly deserted island with no way to contact the rest of the world... as long as he could put the gravity of the situation out of his mind that is.

Happy to do just that, he watched as Verity climbed down, rather haphazardly if someone asked him, but it got the job done, and she had shown she was gutsier than your average rich girl, some scraps here and there probably didn't faze her. She asked them a question and after looking at Victor, shrugged and answered [color=LimeGreen]"Seems like the only choice we got, maybe we'll find some more fruits to eat or something"[/color]. There were lots of coconut trees here, but they didn't really know how much time they'll have to wait for help to arrive, so finding more things to eat seemed like a priority.

With that in mind, he tried to juggle the three coconuts he managed to catch in his hand, and wondered what they should do with the ones in the ground, perhaps asking the rest of the people on the beach to help them carry them. But where? Maybe looking for a cave to stay in should be their next move? Or at least a place they could be safe if it rained, not like it looked like it would at any rate, the rays of the sun still could hit them even under all the foliage of the forest after all, but better be safe than sorry and all that. 

Daniel, now with an opened coconut in his hands courtesy of Verity, reassured them he was fine now, and he nodded at the guy, giving him a quick smile before shifting his attention to the beach, where he could see the rest of the guys and gals trailing behind Sofia, her awkward cheerfulness a contrast to the gloom the rest seemed to carry, not like he could blame them, he too would look like that if he had to listen to Sofia trying to cheer people up.

He took a quick look at each of his peers. Maive looked the worst, her eyes red and puffy, probably the result of that episode with glasses girl, Imogen. His feelings of shame and guilt at not intervening resurfaced and he gave Maive an apologetic smile. Next, he focused on Frankie, more precisely on the slight redness on his cheek. Did he hurt his face with something? He wondered what could have been when a strange person entered his field of view. It was a black-haired girl, the tallest of the group too. He did a double take, was she with them the whole time? He was about to ask just who she was when he thought about it and realized he would look like an asshole if he did that, so he just keep quiet, his eyes quickly going over Imogen, who looked calmer now that she got some of her anxiety out of her system. 

Sofia's words got his attention, a spring meant drinkable water right? At least that was what cartoons have taught him, or did that only apply in deserts? His thoughts were interrupted by a sound, or rather, the absence of it. Back in his home, Orlando had learned that silence in a place where noise was the norm, like the streets of Brazil, or in this case a jungle full of insects and other similar things, only meant trouble. He didn't expect a shooting to start out of nowhere, but just in case he gently let the coconuts in the ground and took a rock out of his pockets.

He didn't expect a rock to be of any help against a large animal, but well, at least the act of grabbing it helped him soothe his nerves a little.