Sunrise.
Sunset.
Days passed by.
Now.
Island residents have a blurry concept of time, as there is nothing to rush for, waking up each day no longer feels like Hell.
Full of happiness!
But.
With time passing, as more people arrive, at this rate of population growth, in another year, things might get a bit crowded.
Fortunately.
No worries about food and drink.
Fishing.
Planting.
Plus, with the intermittent supplies 'drifting over' from their rescuers, there's no fear of hunger, and always planning for every meal.
No waste.
Therefore.
The island's supplies, even without additional provisions, can persist for several months without issue, clearly the others are aware of this, yet haven't reduced the supplies.
This.
Makes them feel more at ease.
Brightened!
At the same time.
They long to meet their rescuers.
...
Today.
Afternoon.
Many people, as usual, basked on the beach, suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out, and everyone napping on the Beach was startled awake.
