With the net the krill are easily harvested, for now the food stores need not be touched. Water is another matter. As the day wears on the sun rises high and beats down on the longboat. With no shade, no reprieve, the heat borders on the unbearable. Brenden's songs provide a much-needed boost, lifting the spirit and allowing each to stave off the effects... for now. With the nearest known shore at least two weeks of hard rowing back the way you came, and the mainland a month in the opposite direction a decision should be made. A month east to the mainland, two weeks west to the island, or north and east to the islands Tempest mentioned, an unknown distance in a vague direction?