Ryan was a man of his word. He tried attacking the birds with rocks, but they were too fast for him. One flap of their wings, and they were soaring far away.

Ryan came up with another idea after failing a couple of times.

Ryan went to gather palm leaves and knitted them together into a round basket. 

His movements were sloppy at first, but as he continued making more baskets, he quickly got the hang of it.

Ryan piled all the baskets together and dug a large hole in the beach. He tossed all the small fish and shellfish into the hole, then placed the baskets on top with twigs supporting them.

The birds would trigger the traps once they came to feed on the fish.

The birds had never come into contact with intelligent human life, so they foolishly went straight into it to eat some of the fish.

The moment Ryan saw one of the baskets fall down, he lunged on top of it.

The trap actually 

"We'll camp here. The boulder can shield us from the wind at night. Even if it rains, the rainwater won't splash at us directly," Ryan said with a nod after scanning the area.

He then went to gather more palm leaves from the forest and surrounded the boulder with them. 

That would shield them from both wind and any small animals.

Ryan then got to work on making dinner. He used a sharp rock and slit the birds' necks. 

When blood began flowing out, he called Sherry over. He then had Sherry use leftover coconut shells to collect the birds' blood.

"Didn't we catch food already? Are we eating blood, too? That's disgusting," Sherry said as she collected the birds' blood.

"We're not eating the blood. We're drinking it raw," Ryan said calmly.

Now that they were stranded on an island, there was one thing they needed the most besides fresh water and food–salt. 

A person could get dehydrate

Ryan cursed, "Damn, I can't believe I forgot that. I left the lighter over there. 

"I was worried it might get soaked and ruin it. Now, we're stuck without a way to start a fire."

"Are we seriously going to freeze out here?" Sherry shrugged, and her eyes darted toward him. 

She licked her lips and said, "You know, in the books I used to read, they always said cuddling could keep you warm. 

"What do you think? Should we give it a shot?

"I'm cool with it. After all, you've saved my life," she continued matter-of-factly.

He smiled wryly and replied, "You might not mind, but I sure do. We're both underdressed, and it's not like our body temps are through the roof."

He added, "If we huddle together, it won't do squat. We'd just be cuddling our way to doom. We gotta start a fire."

"Ryan Quinn, are you gonna keep dissing me like this? I'm not having it! If you're not up for it, neither 

Ryan was a man of his word. He tried attacking the birds with rocks, but they were too fast for him. One flap of their wings, and they were soaring far away.

Ryan came up with another idea after failing a couple of times.

Ryan went to gather palm leaves and knitted them together into a round basket. 

His movements were sloppy at first, but as he continued making more baskets, he quickly got the hang of it.

Ryan piled all the baskets together and dug a large hole in the beach. He tossed all the small fish and shellfish into the hole, then placed the baskets on top with twigs supporting them.

The birds would trigger the traps once they came to feed on the fish.

The birds had never come into contact with intelligent human life, so they foolishly went straight into it to eat some of the fish.

The moment Ryan saw one of the baskets fall down, he lunged on top of it.

The trap actually caught a bird!

Ryan fumbled to secure the trap and opened the basket. He exclaimed, then laughed. "

Chapter 18