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"He's a good guy, and if we're okay, then he is too." Antony didn't know why she was in fact comforting this girl she just met, but it simply seemed like the sort of situation that called for it. She mentally wondered just how pissed Jamal was at the moment. At least, that was the safest assumption she could make.

Ah well. Turning her attention back to the blue haired girl, she ran a hand through her hair, messing it up more. "I hate this island. Vacation my a**." Anger was starting flood her senses again, but at least this time, Antony had the wit about her to yank out a pack of smokes and shake one free.

Good ol' nicotine. Soon she was taking a long, calming drag and shoving the lighter back into her pocket.

In her mind, people could take care of themselves, and if they couldn't then that was called natural selection. Over population was bad enough anyways, why encourage it?

Hopefully lizard girl would be selected this time around.

Antony was never one to help the hungry in some far off, foreign country. As far as she was concerned, Darwin was finally coming about. That and why help other countries if you haven't finished cleaning up your own? Stupid Bush.

And Awen was right, Antony hadn't met many others, and Jamal was the only one who didn't piss her off. Well Awen hadn't yet, and she really should apologize to that girl from the beach. Chana was it?

Her eyes glanced upwards silently during her thoughtful silence, "It'll be dark soon, and unless you can see in the dark..." She trailed off, looking upwards at the blue haired girl. "It won't help Jamal for you to get lost too you know..."

Blinking, she wondered absently why she had automatically assumed Awen was worried about Jamal?

That look in her eyes... Oh s**t. "Hey... Are you and Jamal...?" Antony made a motion with both her hands, cigarette dangling from her lips, as she squished them together. It was something she had picked up from The Fifth Element.

Whatever, if this girl wanted to go traipsing around the jungle in the middle of the night looking for a man who probably would be very hard to see in the dark, then that was fine by her.

But damn if she didn't treat her like she was a heartless wench. ******** that s**t.

"Excuse you, but the people I care about are at home, gods know how many miles away. So don't you dare act like I'm heartless!" Antony was irritated, but was doing a pretty damn good job at keeping her temper at bay, for the most part.

What Awen said next made her pale slightly as if this was news to her. For all the tattooed woman could remember, this was the first time that she had heard that.

"Well ******** b*****d!" She growled.

Now she was pissed. Angry that she had not only been wenched at by this little girl, but lied to by a friend. Why couldn't people be honest ever? Time for her to not be a hypocrite...

"I'll be honest with you... we've been ********," she explained bitterly, eyes dark when she looked up at Awen. "I didn't know..." Trailing off, Antony thought it best not to add that regardless of whether she had known or not, she would have still ******** him. Details details.

She watched her reactions silently, something inside feeling very bad about all this, but it was soon stomped back to the cavern it had crept from. Opening her mouth to apologize, or something comforting, Antony could find no words.

And then Awen was gone.

Too many thoughts were going through her head right now. Too many emotions as well.

Obviously it hadn't been 'just sex' to this other girl, and she felt bad for crushing this girl's hopes. The feeling didn't last long however. This girl had to learn that mixing love and sex just didn't work, and if she had to learn the hard way, then so be it. And if that made her a cold hearted b***h... Oh well.

s**t happened. The world wasn't fair. Everyone doesn't play by the rules. You're going to get hurt. And you can't do a damn thing about any of it.

Too bad she couldn't apply that to herself nowadays. But that was different. That involved family. At least, mostly.

This situation was slowly going nowhere good fast, and that was her cue to make a visit to the Captain.

Standing, Antony headed in the opposite direction, making a beeline for the Beach Bar.

Hours later Joliette sat on the board facing the oncoming island... "Damn current... slow damned thing" she mutters. She'd long since stopped taking photos, she now had about 3 more rolls of photographs. She didn't want to risk her laptop over the water, so for now all her equipment resided safely inside the waterproof camera case. She was still a couple hundred feet out from the shore and the current was slower there then it had been earlier when she was further out. She was BORED and she had seen no signs of life on the beach ahead of her....

"Well then, you're my new best friend Anjali." This was in fact -really- good news, "What about fruit in the jungle by the beach?" Antony inquired, knowing from watching Survivor that coconuts were a source of liquid and food. She'd think about how to get them from the tree tops later.

Due to the fact that it sounded like what Antony had been thinking these past several days, she thought nothing else of the slip up.

"Plans? Well... I'm going to dig a fire pit, and if you all want to help it'd be appreciated," she said, frowning slightly up at the sun before shaking her head in response to her next question, "There was an explosion, but that's all I know."

A grin came to her face when her boots met sand, and she immediately stopped to survey the beach halfway towards the water. She was looking for where the tide stopped, but that didn't mean she had missed Lily's recovery.

"Can someone check to see if the Beach Bar is open?" Antony wasn't trying to be bossy, well actually she was, someone had to take control of the situation.

Lily, once on the beach, spots what she imagines would be the beach bar. She notes that Antony is good with taking control of distressing situations, and decides she may as well be useful as well- if she's kept busy she might stop saying the wrong things.

"I'll check the bar," she offers, nodding at Anjali's comment about medical uses for the alcohol, "If there is some there I'll get it."

Anjali set off into the forest, though she tried not to go too far in just in case. Hmm. If she remembered correctly, there was a mango tree just over here... she bent down and picked up a long, dead branch. It was a bit damp, but it would serve for knocking fruit off of tall branches.

After a few minutes' searching, she found the mango tree, and was glad to see fruit clinging to the branches. They weren't very ripe, but green mangos were still perfectly edible. A few hard, scraping movements of her stick brought a rain of fruit down from one of the branches. She stripped a large leaf off of a nearby tree and bundled them up.

There was a coconut palm further down the beach, she realized. They were a lot harder to knock down, but after five minutes she had three brown coconuts that she stuck into the impromptu leaf-bag as well.

A dozen good-size mangos and coconuts... good, not perfect, but good.

Another foray into the edges of the forest brought some possible kindling to light, in the form of driftwood pushed way up, maybe during a storm, then abandoned. It wasn't parched-dry, but maybe it would light. Maybe.

Arms full of leaf and sticks, Anjali plodded back down the beach towards the bar. Ugh, she was hungry too, now that she thought of it. And thirsty, but the bar would have bottles to fetch water in if nothing else.