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"Hmm... Sounds about right. A few of those for support, and then two or three palm fronds so that the leaves don't fall through." Most of the repeating was for her sake, her mind working it out visually before she fully agreed with the idea. "Yes, that works. I'll grab some fronds if you get the supports?"

Sounded like a good plan to her. She knew were a good amount of palms were after her ordeal with that bloody coconut tree.

While he went to find the supports, Antony made her way back to the coconut tree which she had battled with earlier. There were still some coconuts left laying on the ground. She'd have to remember to take those back to camp when the returned to it as well.

Gathering three large, but dried palm fronds, she returned to the trap. The fronds were set down on the ground as she gathered, as best as she could, a decent pile of undergrowth and dead leaves to cover up the fronds with.

"Perfect," she applauded, waiting for him to finish his supports before she layed the fronds carefully across the supports, covering the entire hole with a bit of overlap even.

Once that was done, she carefully tossed some of the jungle floor 'gunk' ou over the fronds, smoothing it as best as she could over any obvious see through places.

Standing up, she looked over their creation. "I think we did a damn good job. Let's go pick up the rest of the coconuts I got off the tree on the way back."

Waiting for him to start off in the direction in which she pointed, Antony carefully made her way over to the tree with the bones behind it, hoisting the backpack over her shoulders and following after.

She nodded, grinning as well before pushing him in the right direction, gathering a couple herself before making her way back to camp.

He could follow her, though she hoped that he didn't pay too much attention to the bones on her back. Antony'd have to find a place to hide them out of sight, just in case.

"This better damn work," she muttered on the way back.

After a swim and a nap on the warm beach, Jamal's curiousity with the state of the trap was too much. Had they caught something already? He doubted it, but...there was still that what if factor.

Taking a few chunks of cut fruit, mango, if he remembered the proper name, he tromped off towards the trap, humming lightly as he went. The fruit was brought as an afterthought; if the trap wasn't messed with yet, then what would a little bait hurt?

He was visibly disappointed to see that no signs of ANYTHING were around their carefully designed trap. No prints, no disturbed leaf covering...no nothing.

"Dammit," he swore, frowning severely as he carefully approached it, watching to make sure he didn't accidently step on the bark supports, and gave it a critical look over. Well, he had expected this.

He carefully leaned forward and tried to roll the fruit pieces onto the trap, scattering them so they were mostly near the center, but not perfectly. Hopefully that would get some beasties attention.

Jamal needed some red meat dammit...if he had to go out into the woods and actually hunt because this wasn't working out....he figured things wouldn't go so hot.

He went back to Antony to report the news.

Jamal broke the jungle's edge soon after visiting the trap, a look of disappointment apparent on his face. Hopefully the bait would help.

"Nuthin' yet," he remarked as he came closer to Antony, taking a seat on a newly harvested palm frond nearby and burying his bare toes into the warm sand. All the walking about barefoot was growing less painful for his feet as they had toughened up considerably, but they did still ache from stepping on branches and whatnot on occasion. The warm sand helped soothe them.

He took the offered coconut and pried a few pieces of the sickly sweet flesh from it, expression pretty nondescript. "Maybe....would make sense. Plus we made lotsa noise when we was puttin' it togetha' so we prolly scared stuff off." He didn't sound -too- worried about this, but he privately hoped that stuff wasn't too easily spooked and wouldn't avoid the area where the trap was located.

This whole living in the wilderness thing was getting more and more on his nerves and the discovery of bones in that pit only turned him further off from the idea. Not like they had a choice, but he was just that more unenthusiastic about this.

Jamal pulled his jean leg up to inspect the damage on his foot and was pleased to see that the poisonous blue and blacks that colored it from arch to above the ankle were more muted than they were the other day. It still hurt to flex, but his limp was less pronounced now and he could put his weight on it. The scraps on his face, arm, and leg were all scabbed over and almost healed in some places, so he really had no complaints.

At her irritably comment, he frowned and scratched his head.

"I wish I had some way ta' fix both of them problems, cause we'd be dat much better off, but..." He spread his hands in a helpless manner. "I bet we doin' betta then them otha groups, whereever they be."