Head was buzzing. Tina martyredly opened her eyes, which she had closed only for a couple of seconds, and which were mercilessly torn apart by the sun through her eyelids anyway. She looked into the distance, to where only the turquoise sea surface was visible, being overtaken by weak waves. The sixth day. They had been stuck here for the sixth day, and no one had arrived to pick them up. The red-haired woman nervously moved her shoulder, listening to the sound of the ocean: there was not even a hint of a ship or an airplane. Jack, the doctor who became a local hero from the very first day for some reason, decided to go looking for food today, and Lock, an elderly man, supported him in this. Hell knows what was going on on this island from the very first day, but they decided to go deep into it: as if they had nothing to do on the beach. Stretching tiredly, the woman picked up three bottles of water that she had found in the remains of the plane and was now carrying to the general pile, for which Charlie volunteered to be responsible in order to give him an extra three liters of food. She managed to get closer to Claire, the poor pregnant girl for whom Tina involuntarily felt responsible, since her own older sister was also pregnant somewhere in New York, on the second day of her stay here. Grinning at the thought of what strange acquaintances she had made in an equally strange situation, Tina continued walking alone along the beach, deciding not to slow down any more: the sun was burning like hell. If the weather is like this in the morning, then later either a strong storm will break out, given the stuffy air, or it will get even hotter, which would be extremely shitty.