Episode 2 -- Int. Survivor: Greek Isles
Andrew trudged angrily through the trees. Their branches slapped at his face and cut his legs. He had his suit jacket draped over his shoulder; it was much too hot and humid to even consider wearing it. Why did I wear this damned suit?, he grumbled to himself.
Nothing seemed to be going his way so far in this game. Not only had his tribe came in last in the reward challenge, but speaking out against Kyle in the boat seemed to set him against other members of his tribe. Not winning gave the illusion that Andrew’s plan didn’t work, though it clearly worked better than Kyle’s method of speed-paddling.
Andrew knew he was just irritable. It had been a long day, and now he was wandering through the jungle, hot and being bitten by bugs.
With a sigh of grief, he looked at the map in his hand. After Mycenae won reward, Jeff Probst had come ashore. He gave the other two tribes two maps and one machete. Kyle had taken the machete, a map, and the lead, plunging straight into the jungle. The other map was passed around until it ended up in Andrew’s hands. When he went to pass it off to Dennis, an older man of 54, he shook Andrew off, saying, “Keep it. We might need someone to have one who knows what he’s doing with it.” Shrugging, Andrew hung on to it, realizing that the politics and scheming were beginning faster than he expected.
Now, hours later, he and the rest of Corinth Tribe were stumbling through the jungle, following Kyle. And again, Andrew couldn’t shake the feeling that Kyle was leading them astray. He glanced down at the map, squinting to see the writing on it. Dusk was settling on the island, and with all the tree cover overhead, it was getting dark quickly. But even so, Andrew thought that they had missed a turn.
In front of him, Dennis pushed a palm branch out of the way, then held it so that it didn’t snap back against Andrew. “Thanks,” Andew said softly.
“No problem,” Dennis said with a deep breath. “Getting tired out here.”
Andrew nodded. “I know.” He paused for a moment. Then, speaking very softly, he said, “I don’t think it would be this far. In fact, I think we missed a turn a little ways back.”
Dennis slowed until he was walking beside Andrew. “Do you really?” He smiled. “I told you that you would need the map.”
Andrew shook his head. “I’m not sure. But I think so.”
Dennis stopped walking. “Well, tell them and let’s get to camp.”
Andrew paused and thought. He had done this once already, and it hadn’t worked out that great for him. If I’m wrong, I’ll never recover. But if I’m right, I’ll gain a lot of trust, Andrew thought to himself. This game’s harder than it looks.
Should Andrew tell the rest of his tribemates about Kyle’s possible mistake, or should he just continue to follow Kyle into the jungle without saying anything?
Alex watched as Jay pushed the ferns away from the path in front of him and stepped out onto a long, bare beach. With a whoop of joy, Alex and the other members of Delphi ran out onto their beach, their home for the next several days -- fifty-one, if I’m lucky, Alex thought.
The members of Delphi tribe split up and began exploring the beach, though there wasn’t much to it. The beach was long but narrow. Behind it lay more of the jungle they had walked through for a few hours getting here. Several trees overhung the widest part of the beach, though. Immediately, Alex began to visualize a shelter, using the thick branches to support a roof and walls. He turned to Chad and said, “We can use those overhanging tree branches to make a shelter. All we need for now is some palm branches and…”
Chad chuckled. “Shelter? Yeah, eventually. Right now, Alex, I just want to collapse and take a load off.” And he did just that, sitting down on the beach and staring out at the ocean.
Alex frowned. He glanced toward the ever-darkening sky, and noticed that there were clouds blowing in toward the island from far off. “But it might rain tonight. We need shelter.”
Chad cocked his head slightly, looking up at Alex. “Kid, just cool it for now, okay? We’re all beat.”
Alex frowned and glanced around. To one side, Jay and Jenni were talking and pointing out toward the ocean. Claire, Teri, and Mia were standing on the beach so that the ocean tide just reached their feet, talking quietly. Ruben had found a log and was sitting, rubbing his feet.
We need shelter, Alex thought. If it rains tonight and people get wet, we’ll be off to a terrible start!
Should Alex try to suggest that Delphi builds a shelter right now? If so, should he get a team together himself or ask someone else to do it for him? Or should he just begin working on his own, hoping others will help out? Or should he simply keep quiet and enjoy the moment of peace, like the others appear to be doing?
Adele sat next to the fire, warming her hands. Night had finally fallen, and it was chilly. She pulled her light sweater tighter around her.
Overall, she was very happy. Mycenae had won the first reward challenge, and had won it quite handily, finishing much farther ahead that the other two tribes. They didn’t have to make the long trek through the jungle, and most importantly, they had fire. And, while some people had been stranded in uncomfortable clothing, she had thought ahead and wore a light, loose-fitting skirt, a red tank top under a light grey sweater, and a two-piece bathing suit instead of underwear. She knew Survivor could fool you in a heartbeat, and she didn’t intend to spend the entire experience in a tight-fitting blouse or baggy T-shirt.
She looked around the camp at the other members of her tribe. To her right, Tom and Jed were using the machete to chop wood, intent on keeping the fire going. Adele was amazed at how physically fit Tom was - for a man of 60 years old, Tom was by far the strongest member of their tribe. Between him and Jed, Adele was sure they stood a good chance of winning a great deal of challenges.
Off to her left, Beverly and Nicole were quietly talking and laughing, sitting on the cooling sand, and Chuck was standing by himself by the trees, playing with something in his hands.
She turned back to the fire, and just as she did, Keith, a young man from Arizona, sat down beside her. “Are you cold?” he asked softly. She jumped anyway, not expected company. Keith chuckled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I just thought you might be cold. You don’t have a very heavy sweater on.”
Adele shook her head. “I’m fine, thanks. Besides, I wouldn’t want to take your shirt. We’re all in this together, you know.”
Keith smiled, a warm, pleasant smile. “I know. But I’m fine here by the fire. Out in Arizona, our nights are as cool as our days are hot, so I’m used to it.” He stuck out his hand. “Keith, by the way. Keith Powers.”
Adele accepted the handshake and introduced herself. “Powers?” she asked.
Keith nodded. “My grandmother was born in Korea, but her family fled to the States when she was only twelve. She met and married my grandfather, Jake Powers, in California.”
Adele nodded, then realized she may have been less than tactful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t really mean to presume, I just thought…”
But Keith shook his head. “Don’t. I get it a lot. It’s fine, I’m used to it. And as proud as I am to be third-generation American, I’m also proud of my Korean background.” He smiled again. “The look, somehow, hasn’t disappeared over those generations, though.” He chuckled. “Sure you don’t want to take it? It’s gonna get chilly tonight, and this fire is going to get softer as the night wears on.”
“No, but thanks. I’ll be fine.”
Keith shrugged. “Okay. Nice talking to you.” He got up and walked over to Tom and Jed. Adele sighed and laid out on her back. Yes, the game certainly was starting on a good note, she thought, and smiled up to the stars.
Nothing seemed to be going his way so far in this game. Not only had his tribe came in last in the reward challenge, but speaking out against Kyle in the boat seemed to set him against other members of his tribe. Not winning gave the illusion that Andrew’s plan didn’t work, though it clearly worked better than Kyle’s method of speed-paddling.
Andrew knew he was just irritable. It had been a long day, and now he was wandering through the jungle, hot and being bitten by bugs.
With a sigh of grief, he looked at the map in his hand. After Mycenae won reward, Jeff Probst had come ashore. He gave the other two tribes two maps and one machete. Kyle had taken the machete, a map, and the lead, plunging straight into the jungle. The other map was passed around until it ended up in Andrew’s hands. When he went to pass it off to Dennis, an older man of 54, he shook Andrew off, saying, “Keep it. We might need someone to have one who knows what he’s doing with it.” Shrugging, Andrew hung on to it, realizing that the politics and scheming were beginning faster than he expected.
Now, hours later, he and the rest of Corinth Tribe were stumbling through the jungle, following Kyle. And again, Andrew couldn’t shake the feeling that Kyle was leading them astray. He glanced down at the map, squinting to see the writing on it. Dusk was settling on the island, and with all the tree cover overhead, it was getting dark quickly. But even so, Andrew thought that they had missed a turn.
In front of him, Dennis pushed a palm branch out of the way, then held it so that it didn’t snap back against Andrew. “Thanks,” Andew said softly.
“No problem,” Dennis said with a deep breath. “Getting tired out here.”
Andrew nodded. “I know.” He paused for a moment. Then, speaking very softly, he said, “I don’t think it would be this far. In fact, I think we missed a turn a little ways back.”
Dennis slowed until he was walking beside Andrew. “Do you really?” He smiled. “I told you that you would need the map.”
Andrew shook his head. “I’m not sure. But I think so.”
Dennis stopped walking. “Well, tell them and let’s get to camp.”
Andrew paused and thought. He had done this once already, and it hadn’t worked out that great for him. If I’m wrong, I’ll never recover. But if I’m right, I’ll gain a lot of trust, Andrew thought to himself. This game’s harder than it looks.
Should Andrew tell the rest of his tribemates about Kyle’s possible mistake, or should he just continue to follow Kyle into the jungle without saying anything?
Alex watched as Jay pushed the ferns away from the path in front of him and stepped out onto a long, bare beach. With a whoop of joy, Alex and the other members of Delphi ran out onto their beach, their home for the next several days -- fifty-one, if I’m lucky, Alex thought.
The members of Delphi tribe split up and began exploring the beach, though there wasn’t much to it. The beach was long but narrow. Behind it lay more of the jungle they had walked through for a few hours getting here. Several trees overhung the widest part of the beach, though. Immediately, Alex began to visualize a shelter, using the thick branches to support a roof and walls. He turned to Chad and said, “We can use those overhanging tree branches to make a shelter. All we need for now is some palm branches and…”
Chad chuckled. “Shelter? Yeah, eventually. Right now, Alex, I just want to collapse and take a load off.” And he did just that, sitting down on the beach and staring out at the ocean.
Alex frowned. He glanced toward the ever-darkening sky, and noticed that there were clouds blowing in toward the island from far off. “But it might rain tonight. We need shelter.”
Chad cocked his head slightly, looking up at Alex. “Kid, just cool it for now, okay? We’re all beat.”
Alex frowned and glanced around. To one side, Jay and Jenni were talking and pointing out toward the ocean. Claire, Teri, and Mia were standing on the beach so that the ocean tide just reached their feet, talking quietly. Ruben had found a log and was sitting, rubbing his feet.
We need shelter, Alex thought. If it rains tonight and people get wet, we’ll be off to a terrible start!
Should Alex try to suggest that Delphi builds a shelter right now? If so, should he get a team together himself or ask someone else to do it for him? Or should he just begin working on his own, hoping others will help out? Or should he simply keep quiet and enjoy the moment of peace, like the others appear to be doing?
Adele sat next to the fire, warming her hands. Night had finally fallen, and it was chilly. She pulled her light sweater tighter around her.
Overall, she was very happy. Mycenae had won the first reward challenge, and had won it quite handily, finishing much farther ahead that the other two tribes. They didn’t have to make the long trek through the jungle, and most importantly, they had fire. And, while some people had been stranded in uncomfortable clothing, she had thought ahead and wore a light, loose-fitting skirt, a red tank top under a light grey sweater, and a two-piece bathing suit instead of underwear. She knew Survivor could fool you in a heartbeat, and she didn’t intend to spend the entire experience in a tight-fitting blouse or baggy T-shirt.
She looked around the camp at the other members of her tribe. To her right, Tom and Jed were using the machete to chop wood, intent on keeping the fire going. Adele was amazed at how physically fit Tom was - for a man of 60 years old, Tom was by far the strongest member of their tribe. Between him and Jed, Adele was sure they stood a good chance of winning a great deal of challenges.
Off to her left, Beverly and Nicole were quietly talking and laughing, sitting on the cooling sand, and Chuck was standing by himself by the trees, playing with something in his hands.
She turned back to the fire, and just as she did, Keith, a young man from Arizona, sat down beside her. “Are you cold?” he asked softly. She jumped anyway, not expected company. Keith chuckled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I just thought you might be cold. You don’t have a very heavy sweater on.”
Adele shook her head. “I’m fine, thanks. Besides, I wouldn’t want to take your shirt. We’re all in this together, you know.”
Keith smiled, a warm, pleasant smile. “I know. But I’m fine here by the fire. Out in Arizona, our nights are as cool as our days are hot, so I’m used to it.” He stuck out his hand. “Keith, by the way. Keith Powers.”
Adele accepted the handshake and introduced herself. “Powers?” she asked.
Keith nodded. “My grandmother was born in Korea, but her family fled to the States when she was only twelve. She met and married my grandfather, Jake Powers, in California.”
Adele nodded, then realized she may have been less than tactful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t really mean to presume, I just thought…”
But Keith shook his head. “Don’t. I get it a lot. It’s fine, I’m used to it. And as proud as I am to be third-generation American, I’m also proud of my Korean background.” He smiled again. “The look, somehow, hasn’t disappeared over those generations, though.” He chuckled. “Sure you don’t want to take it? It’s gonna get chilly tonight, and this fire is going to get softer as the night wears on.”
“No, but thanks. I’ll be fine.”
Keith shrugged. “Okay. Nice talking to you.” He got up and walked over to Tom and Jed. Adele sighed and laid out on her back. Yes, the game certainly was starting on a good note, she thought, and smiled up to the stars.