Chapter 3
"Who are you?" Pilipili asked one of the boys.
"I am Bico, and this is my little brother Ponui," the oldest one replied. "You are of Isola?"
"Yes. We were sent by the elders of our tribe to scout out a new village."
"Our tribe has been torn by disease, and the few that haven't left this settlement have died... Except for us."
"Perhaps we can help restore your settlement?" Chimba said, cheerfully.
"Perhaps... But let us check over your wounds in our medical hut first. These storms can be fierce."
We've landed on the North shore of Isola, according to my deductions. There are two native boys who rescued us. They are now tending to our wounds from smashing against the reef. I think our bleeding attracted sharks...
Once everyone was checked over by the boys, they announced who had anything major, and what.
"Pilipili, you have an injured leg. You shouldn't run. Tamil, you have nothing serious. Waiata, Molo, you two have some scrapes, but nothing more serious than that. Chimba, you shouldn't work. You should care for your baby."