"'Kay." She rises smoothly, gathering up the poncho and shark steaks as she does. "Don't want to lose this to another cybershark or something."
Her first stop is to collect her things from their rock farther up the beach, and she stuffs everything but the trident into her pack.
While most of what she knows about fire involves how to avoid it, Nita has seen enough disaster movies to know that wood has to be dry to burn, so she tries up near the high tide line--and finds a big chunk of tree. In life, it had probably been majestic, and now it was still an impressive chunk of wood, perhaps a foot thick and substantially longer than Nita is tall, studded with the remains of branches.
Pleased with her find--that ought be enough wood for anyone!--she picks it up under one arm and jogs back to where they'd left the shark carcass. It strikes her as not the most appetizing location for dinner, so she unilaterally relocates a few dozen yards upwind, to a pile of conveniently chair-height rocks.
It won't be hard for Wash to find their new campsite. He can just follow the loud cracking sounds as Nita breaks off the branches one by one. She then casually picks up the log itself, and just as casually snaps it over her knee.
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Her first stop is to collect her things from their rock farther up the beach, and she stuffs everything but the trident into her pack.
While most of what she knows about fire involves how to avoid it, Nita has seen enough disaster movies to know that wood has to be dry to burn, so she tries up near the high tide line--and finds a big chunk of tree. In life, it had probably been majestic, and now it was still an impressive chunk of wood, perhaps a foot thick and substantially longer than Nita is tall, studded with the remains of branches.
Pleased with her find--that ought be enough wood for anyone!--she picks it up under one arm and jogs back to where they'd left the shark carcass. It strikes her as not the most appetizing location for dinner, so she unilaterally relocates a few dozen yards upwind, to a pile of conveniently chair-height rocks.
It won't be hard for Wash to find their new campsite. He can just follow the loud cracking sounds as Nita breaks off the branches one by one. She then casually picks up the log itself, and just as casually snaps it over her knee.