Chapter 8: A Class Act
Rhinehart looked like the kind of guy that knew a lot of stuff. Unlike the other survivors, Rhinehart seemed to have a plan, and the motivation to survive. Although, he does seem a little too happy to be stranded here. Oh well, I guess just waking up in the morning is a gift at that age.
The Professor seemed like my best shot at getting off this island sooner than later. I followed him, trying not to lose him in the thick jungle. We arrived at our destination. I’ll say this, The Crossroads is one scary place…especially if you are a ram.
There it was! Rhinehart showed me a pole that I could use as a mast, disguised as a frightening totem. I grabbed one.
I had another piece to add to the raft. I didn’t want to waste any time, and the raft is now masted. I wish my high school shop teacher could see it…uh, I mean with his good eye. I still feel really bad about that nail-gun incident.
It was time to get back to the hut by the lagoon. When I returned, the other survivors had made themselves right at home. I was fuming at first, but Rhinehart calmed me down
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