Bob's Life

You sit down and try to patch together the pieces of cloth and sticks into something wearable. After a few hours, you manage to make something that vaguely resembles a loin cloth. You have also made yourself rather dirty in the process of construction. Oh well, at least now you look more like an islander.

Suddenly, you hear a cry for help. It sounds like the nice old man that gave you food! You can also hear distant chanting.