The rational part of her mind knew that there was no way she could have helped them. They were on opposite sides of the ship when the ship sank.
Eliza reached for the new vines and started rewrapping her foot. Did they suffer? Or did they fall unconscious before the water filled their lungs? Eliza pictured Martha frantically swimming, her face blue from the lack of oxygen, her eyes filling with desperate tears.
Quickly, Eliza shut her eyes, shaking the image from her head. She finished wrapping the new 'bandage' and unwrapped the tarp. She shook the tarp, trying to dry it.
Martha's grave was on the other side of the island. John was lost at sea. Eliza was the only one alive. Three other people were alive, and they had also lost friends and family.
Maybe she could help her friends by keeping her new companions alive. Eliza covered the hole, smoothing its edges the best she could.
"I brought the rocks," said Susan. She was dragging them by a leaf. Eliza smiled at her.
"Great! I guess now we'll need to put the rocks on the tarp," said Eliza.
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