The next day, our good luck held out. We went out hunting - or foraging, rather - again, and we managed to locate more cassava in another location. Since one of our concerns had been the possibility that we would wind up overpicking or overusing the natural supplies that we had found, the discovery of numerous cassava plants had been most welcome.
“It’s already been a week. Do you think we’ll be rescued soon?” Yvonne asked, spooning some mashed cassava into her mouth when we sat down for lunch.
“I agree. We should have been rescued by now,” Elsa added, her brows meeting as she frowned. We had done quite a fair bit to ensure that we could be found. Since it was difficult to keep a fire going on the beach while we took shelter in the cave, we gathered large stones and arranged them so that
