I trotted back with my haul: a few abalones and half a coconut husk. When I came back, I saw a bunch of people running toward a marsh, and I followed them.
When I got near the marsh, I realized that there was a natural puddle with some drinkable water in it, much to my delight. I quickly scooped some up with the coconut husk before going back to Christopher. “Here, I found some water.” I fed him the water I scooped. “I'll get you more in a bit.”
After Christopher had his fill, I finished the rest of the water in the husk. It was really earthy, but at that moment, it tasted like nectar. Once we rehydrated ourselves, I pried the abalones open with the sharp rock I picked up and fed it to Christopher.
“Let me do it myself.” Christopher took the abalone from me and sucked its flesh out.
Raw food tasted bad. It only took one bite, and I almost puked everything out. I hated the smell of seafood in the first place, but for survival's sake, I covered my mouth and swallowed the abalone despite my stomach's protest. This was a remote island. I was lucky to even have food in the first place.
That replenished some of my strength. I went to check on Christopher's wound and cleaned it with water. “I wish we had medicine around. What should I do, Christopher?” I was starting to worry for him. With that deep wound on his body, it would be hard for him to survive no matter how powerful he was.