Mayday!

This is the first episode of Survivor: Nikumaroro - Amelia's Island

Introduction
The scene opens within puffy white clouds; as the camera slowly cuts through the haze, it reveals the bright baby blue south pacific ocean glistening beneath and the beautiful, lush tropical island of Nikumaroro in the distance. The sound of chopping can be heard as a black helicopter, with the Survivor: Nikumaroro logo attached to its side, makes its way into view from off screen. Immediately after, two small speed boats can be seen below racing toward the sandy beaches, both cutting through the rough ocean waves side by side to one another. The camera cuts to inside the helicopter, revealing Jeff Probst in the passenger seat.

The camera glides swiftly above the island, highlighting the green terrain about to host the brand new batch of castaways over the next thirty-nine days. As the wildlife from both land and sea are featured within a montage with views of the locale, scenes begin cutting in and out of black and white clips featuring an old fashioned plane cockpit. Suddenly the sounds of the planes engine can be heard coming to a halt and the emergency sounds from the planes dashboard gauges beginning to chime; ‘Mayday, mayday, mayday’ is heard being shouted from an unseen pilot. The screen dramatically cuts to black; after a few seconds it lights back up with camera rushing over the water toward the front end of the two speed boats.

The camera cuts back to Jeff once more,

A close up is shown of a young girl on one of the boats speeding toward land as she’s looking off in to the distance, she tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She’s wearing an orange coloured buff.

The camera pans around the boat, revealing all eight people to be tribe members wearing the same orange buff.

The camera then focuses on to an older man.

The scene then cuts to the other speed boat, there all of it’s eight members are wearing a blue tribal buff.

The camera zooms in on to a woman with long dark hair blowing violently behind her, smiling from excitement.

The next castaway we see is a young man, nervously twiddling this numbs.

The scene then cuts back inside of the helicopter.

The scene then cuts outside as the helicopter makes a drastic turn, falling out of view of the camera.

-Shortened version of the opening intro plays, displaying no names, contestants, or tribes.-

The two speedboats approach the white, sandy beaches of Nikumaroro Island, coming to a slow stop. The castaways all stand and begin to jump off the boat into knee deep water. Joseph, an older gentlemen, jumps off the boat and falls onto all fours as he lands in the ocean; soaking himself. Over at the other boat, carrying the opposing orange tribe, Dante, a tall muscular man, is the first in the water and helps the rest of his tribe mates down.

The castaways make their way up the beach from the ocean, everyone sorting themselves out and standing on whichever tribe mat has the same color as their buff. Excitement is visibly high as everyone’s greet each other with hugs and smiles. The sound of a helicopter creeps into the distance, causing everyone to look up and around, before it appears from over the trees. The helicopter circles the beach before landing in the sand, blasting the castaways with wind and dirt. A close-up is shown of Carole, an older and professional looking woman, as she covers her eyes from the debris.

The door of the helicopter swings open and Jeff Probst hops out and walks over to the castaways; standing before them. He smiles, flashing his dimples.

Jeff Probst: Welcome… to Survivor: Nikumaroro!

The castaways erupt into applause.

Jeff Probst: Nearly eighty years ago Amelia Earhart and Fred Noonan disappeared at the very end of their record breaking flight around the world; many believe they may have crash landed on or near this very island, and possibly survived as castaways for a short period of time, much like the sixteen of you are about to do.

Jeff directs his gaze over toward the orange tribe.

Jeff Probst: Orange tribe, you’ll be named in memory of Amelia, going by the name Earhart.

The Earhart tribe cheers to this news as the camera shows a close-up of Carole, who’s smiling and clapping. Jeff then focuses over toward the blue tribe.

Jeff Probst: Blue tribe, you’ll be named in memory of her navigator, Fred, going by the name of Noonan.

The Noonan tribe cheers even louder than their opponents, trying to outdo them in celebration. This earns a few glares and eye rolls from the Earhart tribe.

Jeff places both of his hands on his hips, nodding toward the youngest girl on the orange tribe.

Jeff Probst: What’s your name, young lady?

Cassie (Nervously): I’m Cassie.

Jeff Probst: What is it that you do, Cassie?

Cassie shrugs, coming across slightly insecure.

Cassie: Uh, well, to be honest, nothing right now. I just graduated High School and am going about (jazz hands) finding myself.

Jeff then points toward the eldest member of the blue Noonan tribe,

Jeff Probst: What about you?

Joseph: My name’s Joseph and I’m a youth pastor.

Jeff Probst: How do you feel about being a pastor in a game of lying and deceit?

Joseph chuckles, shrugging it off.

Joseph: This is a game, not reality. I’d like to think I can do whatever I please out here without judgement from the almighty or even the viewers. However, with that said, I do think I can play a clean game with minimal lies and still make it to the end and win.

A close up is shown of Morgan as she scrunches up her face in reaction to this statement. Jeff smiles.

Jeff Probst: Alright, interesting strategy, that’s for sure.

Quiet giggles are heard among the group as Jeff moves on to the next person.

Jeff Probst: (Pointing) You on the end.

With a confident smile, she replies.

Olay: Olay.

Jeff Probst: And what is it that you do, Olay?

Olay replies, once again with an air of confidence to herself.

Olay: I’m a performer.

On the blue Noonan tribe, Brandon leans forward, allowing him to look over to the orange Earhart tribe, directly toward Olay.

Brandon: Can I just say that I know exactly who you are and I’m a big fan. I’m actually kind of bitter over the fact that I’m not on your tribe (laughs).

Olay smiles, thanking him.

Jeff Probst: Olay, do you think you have what it takes to make it being so far away from the glam Hollywood lifestyle?

She nods.

Olay: Absolutely.

Jeff smirks,

Jeff Probst: Alright then, lets put that to the test.

Jeff brings the attention of the castaways behind him as the camera zooms in on a mock wreckage of a small plane; sticking to the theme of the season. Probst explains to the castaways that they’ll have two minutes to scavenge the wreckage for the necessary supplies that they’ll need to survive on the island for the next thirty-nine days. The camera shows a close-up of Allen, the Boy Scout Leader, readily nodding his head. Meanwhile, Summer, the NFL Cheerleader, gives the opposing tribe a nervous glance.

Jeff raises his arm and shouts, ‘Go!’, quickly bringing the same arm back down to his side. Both tribes rush over to the wreckage; some castaways rummage through the interior, while others tackle one of three wooden crates situated on the ground nearby. For the orange Earhart tribe, Allen stands guard of one of the crates, ordering Cassie to grab him a nearby rock. She obeys and Allen is able to easily break open the top. Inside is a piece of flint, a pot, a machete, an axe, some rice, and a small basic tool box. ‘Jackpot!’, Allen exclaims. Carole, Olay, and Cassie all work with one another to carry the contents back over to their mat in order to secure it for their tribe, while Allen runs over to the next crate with the rock. The Blue Noonan tribe quickly rushes the final crate and using the same strategy, Lachlan is able to open the crate. The Earhart tribe finds the same contents inside their second crate, still taking it all regardless, while the Noonan tribe finds two large bags of beans.

Morgan, Melissa, and Dante are the first three castaways to run inside of the plane. Dante notices right away that in the very back two immunity idols attached to a twine string hang from the ceiling. Dante bolts toward them, very quickly followed by Melissa and Morgan. Dante grabs the idol attached to the orange string while Melissa grabs the idol attached to the blue string.

Dante immediately shoves the idol into the back of his swimming trunks while Melissa tucks hers into her waist band, both having no time to read the note that came along with it.

Dante (Quietly): (To Morgan, who’s also on his tribe) This is our idol, I promise you that. (Turns to include Melissa) None of us say anything, this is our secret.

Both Melissa and Morgan nod in agreement.

Melissa (Quietly): Deal.

Several castaways run back and forth between their tribes mat and the plane wreckage, collecting small but helpful items to make their daily lives easier. After one of her trips, Summer grabs a piece of broken wood from one of the crates and runs inside of the plane. She takes the dagger-like piece of wood and shoves it into a seat cushion. She strips the two front seats of the plane of their old, dirty fabric coverings and also steals the foam padding from the inside.

The camera focuses back on to Jeff.

Jeff Probst: Thirty second remaining!

Everyone frantically looks over the plane to make sure they’ve taken anything that could be of use to them, knowing anything they wish to claim had to be sitting on their mat before time was up. Allen runs back inside for a final time, grabbing any maps or other pieces of paper he could find, knowing they’d be useful for starting a fire. Allen quickly runs back to his tribe mat, joining everyone else, just as Probst announces that time is up.

Jeff scans over the things both tribes were able to retrieve. Summer looks over to the opposing Earhart tribe and scrunches up her nose, looking at the fact they had doubles of the things her tribe needed the most: a machete, tool box, flint, an axe, and a pot to boil water.

Jeff Probst: Summer, you’re not looking too pleased.

Summer (Annoyed): Well Jeff, it just sucks that they took doubles of everything that they knew we needed… like, that’s not very good sportsmanship.

The camera shows Olay shrug, while Carole, who’s standing next to her, rolls her eyes and grins. Summer raises her eyebrows and shakes her head. Allen then speaks up as he raises his hand.

Allen: Actually, Jeff, I wanted to talk to the other tribe for a minute about that.

Dante, a member of Allen’s tribe, begins to look confused.

Jeff Probst (Intrigued): Okay.

Allen then speaks to the other tribe, telling them that his tribe would gladly be willing to spare their doubles in return for their two bags of rice. The blue Noonan tribe look around to one another as whispers break out amongst the group, Joseph then speaks up on behalf of his tribe mates.

Joseph: We’ll exchange one bag.

Jeff smiles, loving the haggling taking place by the two tribes.

Allen shakes his head, telling that’s not the deal he has offered forward. He tells the Noonan tribe that if they’re going to adjust the terms then so will he, and offers only the flint and the pot for one bag. The Noonan tribe huddle back together and begin whispering. Joseph asks what they all think of that deal, justifying that they need to hold on to some of their food supply they managed to gather. Summer speaks up, saying to screw them because they’ve already got two bags of rice to begin with. Summer then glares over to the other tribe, but quickly meets young Cassie’s eyes, who’s giving the same dirty look right back to her.

Joseph: Look, that’s a deal we can make. You’ve already snatched two bags of race and we can’t give you both of our bags of beans. I will let you take a handful out of our second bag in return for a handful of nails. That’s all I need, we can use rocks and other materials for tools.

Melissa can be seen burying her face into her hand at the thought of not even having a machete. On the orange mat, Allen looks around to his fellow tribe mates to get a consensus and accepts the deal. The two tribes make a quick exchange and then the focus switches back on to Jeff.

Jeff Probst: Before you all head out, just a few more things to keep in mind. (Counts points on fingers) This season hidden immunity idols, a staple to this game, are in play. Additionally, the veto amulet that was introduced last season is once again in play, and you’ll all have access to the clue which shares its whereabouts… when the time is right. So stay on your toes, because there will be no more mention of it from me until it’s eventually played.

The castaways all look around to one another, confused; hoping that they’re not the only one to not understand the coded message.

Jeff steps forward, walking a rolled up map to either tribe that will direct them to their new homes, then walks back to his original position before pointing over toward two separate canoe-like boats.

Jeff Probst: You now officially have all you need to truly start this game. Make the most of every moment, because you never know when it will all come to an end. Alright, I’ll see you all later, head on out.

Excitement fills the air as all the castaways smile and grab all their belongings and scavenged items, all eager to see where they’ll be spending the next thirty-nine days. As both tribes begin walking down the beach toward their designated boats the scene cuts to commercial.

Earhart Tribe
Under a blue sky with few clouds, the orange Earhart tribe rows their way through the water approaching their new home. ‘Row, …row, …row’, they all chant in unison, lead by Allen. As they come to the shore, Allen, Kline, Dante, Matt, and Olay all hop out into the water and, with help of the rowing momentum, drag the boat up on to the beach. Cassie, Morgan, and Carole all then get out of the boat and everyone begins to greet and formally introduce one another. ‘We’re home!’, Kline shouts, as everyone else cheers.

As everyone smiles, greeting and hugging one another, it’s Carole, who’s the tribes older lady, who’s idea it is to go around the group and do introductions. Morgan suggests that she can start everything off.

Carole: (Smiling) Well, I’m Carole, I’m… (playing coy) an age, (giggles) and I’m a psychologist from Chicago.

The camera shows Olay as she smiles at Carole’s introduction of herself, but the judgement is visible in her eyes.

The camera pans over Carole, highlighting her dress-suit and her professional looking flats.

Cassie, Allen, Morgan, and Olay all introduce themselves before it’s Matt’s turn.

Matt: Hey guys, I’m Matt, and I deliver pizza.

He says with a smile as his head bobs.

Olay (Jokingly): (Looking Matt up and down) I assume you’re a Bob Marley fan?

The castaways, including Matt, all laugh together. ‘Yeah, yeah’, he replies with a chuckle. Smiling, Olay rests her hand onto Matt’s shoulder, reassuring him that she’s only kidding.

Matt (Chuckling): Well, it’s actually funny because you’ve hit the nail so insanely on the head. (Hang loose gesture)

It’s then Dante’s turn, who speaks with a thick Boston accent.

Dante: My name’s Dante, and… (Looks over to Matt with a smirk), I’m a cop.

Matt jokingly grits his teeth and gulps as the castaways laugh again. ‘I support, I don’t participate’, Matt reassures in a joking tone with a wink.

Kline: I’m Kline, I’m 28, and I’m a model from New York City.

Everyone claps, Morgan jokingly states that she knew there had to be one token model. As Kline forces a smile, Allen pats him on the back while muttering, ‘… and of course it’s pretty boy!’. Kline momentarily glares over to Allen, but it goes unnoticed.

They immediately get to work assembling their camp. The Earhart tribe allows Allen to take control of the entire operation, believing his background as a scout leader to be an asset they can take advantage of. He begins dictating tasks; Carole is assigned making a fire pit, building a fire, and boiling their first batch of water. Morgan, Matt, and Cassie are told to begin weaving palm fronds together for the roof of their shelter, telling them they need a lot to provide multiple layers of protection. Allen leaves himself, Olay, Dante, and Kline to begin work on the shelter itself. The group splits apart and begin their chores.

Olay stands back, admiring Kline’s toned body, while he uses the axe to cut down some trees to be used for the base of their shelter. She then helps Kline carry these trees back to camp; the process is repeated a few times.

Morgan, Cassie, and Matt all sit with one another on the ground, weaving palm fronds together. Morgan looks over to the others as they are hard at work on the shelter, she can tell they’re in their own world.

Morgan (Quietly): What do you guys think of Allen as a leader?

Both Cassie and Matt look up.

Cassie (Quietly): I don’t know, he seems fine for now. I just, like, hope he doesn’t let it go to his head.

Matt smirks,

Matt (Quietly): He knows what he’s doing, we let him delegate, whatever. But he’s not the leader of this tribe, so I just hope he doesn’t think this gives him control to tell us what to do every day.

Cassie laughs,

Cassie: Gosh, same! One of the perks of being out here is being away from my Dad and his rules.

Morgan: (Chuckling) I don’t know guys, maybe I’m just being paranoid. I noticed he gave the most foolish of jobs to Carole, the most obvious liability on our tribe physically. He chose the physically appearing strongest for constructing our shelter. It just concerns me that this could be the hierarchy he’s set in his head for our tribe.

Matt looks over his shoulder, ensuring no one is too close by.

Matt (Whispering): Well, if that’s the case, I’m sure we could rely on each other to rally against whatever he might try and do.

Cassie (Whispering): (Nodding quickly) Oh, for sure.

Morgan cannot help but smile.

With all the wood necessary for awhile, Olay, Dante, Allen, and Kline all begin hammering the base of the shelter together. Allen stands up and wipes the sweat away from his forehead, looking over to Olay.

Allen: (To Olay) You know, young lady, there’s a reason I chose you over Matt to help us. You’ve got determination, I cant tell. You’re what they call a strong woman.

Olay gives an awkward smile to this bizarre compliment.

Allen: Look at Matt, he’s a boy. His arms are twigs, I know you are strong and are going to contribute a lot to our tribe. (Turning his attention to also include Kline and Dante) I think if the four of us stuck together, we could keep this tribe strong if we had to vote somebody out.

Allen looks around; Olay nods her head, knowing it wouldn’t hurt her game at all to agree to the deal. Kline is next to concur, followed by Dante. Allen’s elated, having planned this alliance idea prior to coming to the island. He shares with his new allies that he wants to name their group ‘Strength and Stealth’ as nobody is to know. This makes Olay giggle, but she collects herself and they all agree to the corny name.

Meanwhile Carole, who has already taken off her shoes due to discomfort, has managed to find the water hole, collect a pot full, and create a fire pit. She gets down on her knees, adjusting her skirt to make sure everything is in order, and begins to strike the flint. It’s a struggle as she cannot manage to get more than a small spark, never mind an entire flame. After hearing the sound of the machete constantly hitting the small piece of flint over and over again, Allen rushes over.

Allen: Woah, woah, woah; just be careful, we only have so much to last us the entire time.

Carole looks up to him, she’s not impressed having took his statement in a condescending manner. Allen reaches out, basically ripping the flint from her hands. ‘Here, I got this’, he mumbles. ‘Fine’, says Carole as she stands and brushes the dirt off of her skirt. Allen continuously strikes the flint, also having no luck. He nervously laughs it off, blaming the flint for being tricky, then accusing Carole of perhaps already filing off all the necessary magnesium. After a few more attempts he asks Carole if she got the flint wet, she scoffs and replies with a short, ‘No’. Allen tries once more, still with no luck. He vocalizes his assumptions that it must have been due to Carole getting her hand sweat on the flint. She remains silent, rolling her tongue over her teeth. By now the rest of the tribe has come over to watch.

Cassie (Nervously): I hope this doesn’t prove to be an issue, we’ll be in trouble if we don’t manage to get some fire.

Matt then steps forward,

Matt: Can I try?

Allen hands the flint to Matt, ‘good luck, kid’, he says with little confidence. Matt walks over to the fire pit and begins striking the flint; he too has no luck. He continues striking and finally he gets a spark to catch on some of the paper and ignite a small fire.

Cassie (Relieved): Oh, thank god.

The entire tribe breathes a sigh of relief.

Carole: (Smirking) Must not have been my sweaty hands after all.

Allen: (Shrugging) I’m not sure, I think had it not been for the paper I grabbed to start the fire, it would have not necessarily caught to just dead grass.

Carole takes a deep breath, maintaining control while having it obvious she wished to say more. Everyone walks over to Matt, maintaining their positive attitudes that they’ve had most of the day. With smiles and pats on the back they congratulate and thank Matt for his achievement, leaving Matt noticeably proud of himself.

Carole (Proudly): Good job, kiddo.

Noonan Tribe
The scene picks up high above the shimmering waters of the Pacific Ocean. The eight castaways of the Noonan tribe row their boat, however it quickly becomes clear they’re having difficulties as they continuously veer off to the left or the right, and have to correct their direction multiple times. Groans of complaint can be heard coming from the castaways. Inside the boat it is Joseph who has taken it upon himself to bark orders to his fellow tribe mates, vocally expressing his frustration as well with letting out a series of grumbles under his breath. Summer, who sits in front of Joseph, gives the camera a glare to indicate her frustration with the situation.

The castaways finally manage to get their boat to shore. Exhausted, they all get out and use the last of their energy to push the boat up on to the sand. Everyone then cheers, some even throw their arms into the air in excitement. They greet one another, ecstatic to finally be on land and have the opportunity to engage in a full conversation. Summer starfishes onto the beach, happy to finally be on land. Her entire hind side is now covered in sand.

Summer (Groaning): My arms!

She jokingly wails after the long rowing trip to their beach.

Lachlan walks over to her and offers his hand to help her up, she accepts. He chuckles,

Lachlan: (Heavy Australian Accent) That was so tiring.

The camera then focuses on to Kristin.

Kristin: I don’t know about you guys, but that water’s looking awfully nice right about now!

Summer throws her head back, agreeing.

Summer: Ooooh, you’re so right.

Kristin (Giggling): I think that we need to relax a bit after that journey before we spend more energy on building our camp.

Summer continues to play devils advocate.

Summer (Cheery): Lets just… get to know one another, after that we can get right to work.

Kristin smiles, ‘exactly!’

It’s becoming clear that Summer and Kristin are already feeding off of one another’s energy.

Summer, Kristin, Brandon, Lachlan, and Marvin all jump back into the water they had just arrived from, leaving behind Melissa, Michelle, and Joseph. It was obvious by all of their body language that they had the same opinions on wasting time.

Joseph (Grumbling): Last one in is a rotten egg.

Michelle cracks a smile and the three finally join the others in the water. The scene then cuts to the middle of introductions.

Kristin: (Playing with her wet hair) My name’s Kristin, I’m twenty-three years old, and I am a cocktail waitress from Miami, Florida.

Summer, who’s standing on the opposite side of the huddle, immediately points toward Kristin with excitement.

Summer (Excited): Oh, I’m from Orlando!

Kristin smiles, ‘Oh, right on!’

Melissa then asks Summer what she does for a living.

Summer: Well, I plan on going back to school in the future to pursue finance, but currently I’m a Cheerleader in the NFL.

This seems to impress most of the tribe.

Joseph introduces himself as a Youth Pastor from the south, Lachlan admits to being a Software Designer for a major company, living in California but born and raised in Australia. Kristin, being the flirt that she is, takes interest in this fact and Lachlan shares that his employer recruited him to America. Marvin shares that he’s currently unemployed and living at home, but has aspirations of designing video games. Next the focus turns to Melissa.

Melissa: I’m Melissa, I’m thirty-one years old, I’m a teacher and also a single Mom.

The camera cuts from Melissa’s emotional confessional back to a shot of her standing in the water, smiling.

Michelle: Hey guys, my name’s Michelle. By day I’m a Real Estate Agent, but by night… I enjoy practicing Witchcraft (Cackles).

Kristin and Summer share the same judgemental glare. Joseph, the pastor, cannot hide his initial look of disgust. Michelle innocently puts her hands up,

Michelle: But don’t worry guys, I’m a good witch, not a bad witch.

Brandon chuckles, joking that he doesn’t think he can outdo that. Michelle laughs, urging him to try.

Brandon: Well, I’m Brandon, nice to meet you guys. I’m twenty-five years old and I own and operate a Homeless Shelter.

This earns a collective ‘Awww’ from the group as they give him a mini round of applause. He cracks a smile, ‘thank you.’

After introductions everybody is ready to get to work on camp construction. Joseph looks up to the sky, making sure to vocalize how far the sun has already set in the sky. The camera focuses in on to the sun before fading in to the next scene, about ten minutes later in time.

Melissa drags a long piece of wood out from the jungle and over toward Joseph, Lachlan, and Michelle, who are all brainstorming ideas.

Melissa: So, here’s a question.

They all turn their attention to her. She drops her long piece of wood down in front of them.

Melissa: I understand using the rocks for hammers, that’s a great concept, but how exactly are we going to cut these logs with just a machete?

Joseph just shrugs, stating it has to be done. Melissa doesn’t wish to argue, so she just lets it go and continues on. On her way back into the woods, Melissa walks passed Summer, who shoots her a look of confusion.

Summer (Whispering): But isn’t that going to dull our machete super quick?

With wide eyes and a nod, Melissa replies.

Melissa (Whispering): That’s what I’m saying.

As Joseph begins work on aggressively using the machete in place of an axe, Melissa disappears back in to the forest. She begins to hurry her way down the path and out of sight, she finally having a chance to pull the immunity idol she had found earlier out of her waistband. ‘It’s beautiful’, she whispers while holding it up for the camera. Melissa then begins to read the note that came with it, revealing to her surprise that this is a special kind of hidden immunity idol and is only valid for use at the first tribal council that her tribe is to attend.

Melissa: (To self) Oh, shoot.

Melissa shoves the idol and note back into her pants, adjusts herself, and heads back to camp once she’s satisfied that everything is concealed.

As the sun continues to sink from high in the sky and shadows grow long, it’s becoming evident that the Noonan tribe’s effort will not be enough to get everything finished by the end of the day. An unsafe looking shelter sits half built, supplies and materials lay scattered around on the ground, while most castaways walk around with their hands on their hips; looking around as they’re unsure what to do. Joseph calls for a group huddle.

Joseph (Disappointed): Look guys, I know we tried our best today, but there’s no way we’re getting this before dark. I say we focus all our efforts together as a team to finish the floor of the shelter so we’re not sleeping on the ground with everything else on this island, and then call it a day.

Kristin (Relieved): That sounds good to me, I’m fine with sleeping under the stars.

Michelle: And thankfully Summer grabbed some seat cushions and covers (She says pointing to the pile), they’ll make for great pillows and blankets.

Summer smiles, happy to have received the recognition.

Thankfully for their own sake, the Noonan tribe is able to pull it together and act like a well-oiled machine.

Joseph (Satisfied): Now this is just like an assembly line, where was this all day?

Joseph, not meaning anything too harmful by his comment, doesn’t notice the fact both Brandon and Summer share looks with one another. Regardless, the tribe manages to make quick work of completing what they set out to do in little time.

As day turns to night, the camera shows a fast forward of the sun quickly falling below the horizon while the moon lifts brightly into the sky. It’s pitch black as the night vision camera makes it possible to see what’s going on, on the dark beach. Lachlan walks around, looking intently to the ground.

Lachlan (Concerned): Does anybody know where the flint is? It’s too dark, I can’t see anything.

Kristin, Brandon, and Summer all sit closely together on the edge of the half built shelter, using the fabric that was ripped from a plane seat as a blanket for warmth. After the sun fell, so did the temperatures. Michelle walks by, also looking to the ground.

Michelle: At least we know it’s here, but I don’t know if we can find it in the dark.

This brings a horrified look onto Summer’s face as she rests her head down on to Brandon’s shoulder. ‘Please tell me this is a joke’, subtitles reveal her to be whispering. Lachlan carefully makes it way over toward the group and admits that although nobody has lost the flint, it’s unlikely that they’ll be able to find it tonight.

Summer: So what are we supposed to do tonight for food and water?

Lachlan just shakes his head and shrugs.

Lachlan: I’m sorry, we’re just going to have to go without until tomorrow when we can find our flint.

Summer continues to sook, whining that it’s been such a long and exhausting day.

Summer (Frustrated): Like, there’s no way we can go without! We need to replenish ourselves.

Melissa, allowing her maternal instincts to kick in, attempts to defuse the situation. She reminds Summer that she can also recharge by trying to get as good of a sleep as possible, and that if she does so that she’ll wake up in what seems like no time and be able to eat. The camera then shows Joseph, standing off to the side with his arms crossed while he remains quiet.

As the hours go by and the moon moves through the sky, the castaways lie side-by-side, closely to one another, trying to keep warm without a fire. Everyone shivers as the cold night wreaks its havoc, however small talk is made as it’s the only thing to do to pass the time away. The scene picks up in the middle of a conversation.

Michelle: So you said you had a daughter, Melissa?

Melissa, who lays on her back while playing with a few stray hairs, smiles.

Melissa: Yeah, Abbie, she’s four.

Joseph grins, beginning to reminisce on his own memories.

Joseph: Wow, four, those are the hardest, but funnest, years as a parent.

Melissa: I absolutely love it. You’re right, it is hard, but it’s so rewarding.

Joseph: You said you’re a single mother? (Joseph looks over to see Melissa nodding back) I couldn’t imagine raising kids alone. Good on you.

Melissa: Thank you very much, Joe.

Joseph: What about the father?

A silence falls over the tribe as Melissa doesn’t say a word.

Joseph: Uh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.

After a few moments, Melissa speaks up.

Melissa: No, no, it’s okay. Sorry, I wasn’t trying to make things awkward. I lost my husband about a year and a half ago when he was in an accident with a drunk driver.

multiple quiet gasps and ‘oh no’’s are heard amongst the group.

Brandon: Jeez, Melissa, I’m so sorry to hear that.

Melissa: Yeah, it has been a hard year; emotionally and financially. It’s why I’m here, I need this money to provide for my daughter. My husband was the breadwinner of our household.

Michelle: Damn, you’re a strong woman, Melissa. You’ve earned my respect based on that alone.

Melissa reaches over and grabs ahold of Michelle’s hand tightly, thanking her.