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"You can help me now," she replied, giving him a crooked smile, "I also saw some more coconut trees back there, but you can't climb those with your ankle." Not that Antony knew how to climb them either, but she was sure as hell going to learn fast.

Hefting the bundle down onto the sand away from the fire, Antony ignored the minor cuts that she had gotten from the bamboo's leaves. Her shoulder and arms would deal.

"Okay," she began, handing him the knife, "Do you think you could cut the smaller ones into sharp points? Like cut at a sharp angle. Maybe around a foot long? Scratch that, make it two feet so we can bury half of it."

Antony was sure he could handle that, and after pulling out the makeshift container from between the girls, Antony deposited it by the 'fridge' before heading back towards the jungle.

Before leaving, she took one of the vine ropes she used to carry the bamboo with her. Just in case.

Antony made a bee line for the the coconut trees she saw, and once she reached them, she frowned up at them. Now how was she supposed to do this again?

Firstly, she tried giving the trunk a couple of good health kicks, fleeing the vacinity after each as to not be in the way of any falling coconuts. The sound of an object crashing down to the jungle floor made her smile. Maybe she wouldn't have to climb the ******** afterall.

Several more kicks and dodgings later, Antony still only had one coconut. Well ******** how the hell was she supposed to climb up a near vertical tree?

Trial and error.

Wrapping her arms around the trunk experimentally, Antony attempted to grapple with her feet and shimmy her way up. She barely gained her footing after falling from that ******** tree," she muttered, eyes narrowing at it.

Pacing around it and occassionally attempting to climb it without success, Antony finally cocked her head to the side and blinked, suddenly feeling really stupid.

Grabbing the vine, Antony folded it until it was wrapped around both her wrists, with the tree between her and the vine. Never say that watching the Logger competitions on ESPN 2 is a waste of time. Cackling at the thought as she worked her way up the tree, Antony was pleased once she was at the top.

Reaching up, she grabbed onto a frond, testing it with her weight before pulling herself up to stand on it.

Ha HA! Victory was hers!

By twisting the coconuts, the tattooed woman had eventually stripped the tree of all its nuts.

That's what it got for pissing off Antony.

Now she just had to get down...

Antony continued to peer down at the ground from her vantage, looking very much like a cat stuck up a tree. A cat who couldn't, despite it's retractable claws and ability to climb UP the tree, find a way down in which they were comfortable with.

After a substantial amount of time, she finally managed to climb down from the fronds, wrapping the vines back around her wrists and the tree. Her boots were on either side of the tree, supporting her as she started to cautiously slide down the tree.

Problem was, as she slid, the vines began to wear away, and eventually, halfway down they snapped.

The tattooed woman flailed and screamed, and after losing a decent grip with her boots, began to fall. Her arms instinctively went to wrap around the trunk, and luckily she was able to grab it. With that death grip, she managed to slow herself down enough so that it was safe to jump down from the height she was at.

Grunting as she landed with a resounding crash, legs giving out under her and causing her to go flying onto her rear. Right on a coconut.

"Oh MY ******** GODS!" She cried out in a sort of half wail, half grunt. Pain shot up her spine and both her arms and chest burned something fierce.

After the pain in her a** diluted somewhat, Antony opened her eyes to peer down at her arms. They were bleeding, and she could guess that the exposed skin on her chest was as well.

Gritting her teeth at the pain, she willed it to go away, and when that didn't work, she tried to focus on something else.

Like...

All the coconuts she had knocked down. While she was still sitting, the woman gathered up as many coconuts as she could fit in her arms and stood with the help of the bloody (literally) tree trunk. Her arms throbbed, burning with whatever nastiness that was on the outsides of the coconuts.

Pushing the pain from her mind, Antony set her thoughts on making it back to camp. Back where there wasn't any ******** coconut trees.

Well, at least THAT tree no longer had any nuts.

Antony huffed irritably with each step, cursing something colorful all the way back to 'camp,' which was a sight for sore eyes the moment her boots met sand and she saw Jamal.

The coconuts were dumped onto the ground, and Antony's attention immediately went to her arms, which she could only stare at pitifully.

Her tattoos~!

Shaken out of her trance by Jamal's voice, Antony frowned and tried to think of a good way to word it. "I... Uh..." She trailed off, still trying to think of something better than 'I fell out of a tree.'

"Well," she began, "I apparently suck at climbing down trees." Yeah, that sounded a little bit better to her pride.

Her thoughts mirrored his once she snapped out of her tattoo woes, her eyes looking towards the alcohol and then over to the ocean. "I'm going to wash these off in the ocean... Um, can you take off my shirt for me?" Sending him a hopeful look, she sighed softly to herself. The last thing she wanted was an even more blood stained shirt.

Antony winced as she lifted her arms over her head, "Just stretch it a bit so that it doesn't drag on the cuts." To her, that would be the best way to do such a thing. Better than ripping it off of her like a bandaid.

The moment the shirt was off, Antony would be on her way to the ocean surf.

"No s**t," she called back at him from her way down to the surf. Her pants, shoes, boots, and socks came off in quick succession, and soon Antony was in the ********!" She cursed under her breath, gritting her teeth as her arms and chest positively burned. Once it dulled however, Antony began to carefully wipe her hands over wounds, to gently scrub away any dirt and whatnot that was stuck in it.

Oh gods it hurt, but she would not allow herself to cry and instead continued cursing till she was finished. Out of the water, she made her way back to the fire, carrying her discarded clothing out in front of her so they wouldn't rub on her wounds.

Tossing them down on the sand, Antony moved to sit down on a palm frond, motioning him to grab some alcohol, "Now this s**t is going to hurt."

The cuts weren't as bad as she had previously thought, since the blood and dirt was cleaned off now, the damage, though definately still there, didn't look so bad. Antony was pleased at this, but at the sight of the up and coming alcohol, her spirit lowered and she automatically gritted her teeth.

"Let's do this," she hissed through her teeth, eyes watching the bottle intently.

Antony didn't even notice his protective motion, eyes focused entirely on the alcohol. A mix between a hiss and a growl came from her lips as the alcohol hit the fresh cuts. She probably would have kicked Jamal if she hadn't understood that this was what she had to go through for the wounds to be sterilized.

Her chest heaved somewhat as he finished, and she said nothing until her breathing returned to normal and the stinging stopped entirely. "s**t... Thanks."

Now to get started on that trap.

"How good are you at digging?" she asked, eyebrow raising as she brought her knees up to prop her arms up on. She wasn't really looking foreward to bending them at all.