Chapter 3

POV: Verdell Warden
- Wakes up in the pre-dawn shivering and soaked to the bone

- Sits up in the small boat.

-There is several inches of water in the bottom of the boat.

- Sudden realization that it is the next day. Looks around for land noticing that the mast broke during the storm.

- Sees a tree-lined shore in the distance.

- Grits his teeth and fishes in the water for the knife he dropped.

- Putting the knife back in it's sheath he sets the oars in the oarlocks and starts rowing to land.

- The rowing warms him up a bit but he is going to need a fire to dry his clothes.

- Sometime later (45 minutes or so) The boat is beached on a rocky beach the stones all worn smooth

- As he was rowing in he checked over his shoulder many times to see if he could see farm houses or chimney smoke but he saw nothing.

- Hopping out of the boat he pulls it onto shore so it doesn't drift away.

- Grabbing the bruised apple he heads into the pines a ways collecting any dead branches that he can.

- The is a large boulder near the beach and he sets to making a fire at it's base.

- With the storm last night finding dry wood is hard but with his knife he is able to scrape some dry bark from a nearby cedar tree.

- He curses his arrogance when he realizes he didn't bring his flint with him.

- He heads back down to the shore to see if he can find a piece of flint to strike up a fire with.

- While looking over the rocks the sun rises over the water

- Finding a suitable stone that sparks well he heads back to the boulder.

- Gathering the tinder into a pile he uses the flint and his knife to get a fire started.

- Once the fire is started he takes off his cloths and lays them on the boulder to get them drying as he warms himself at the fire.