Bob's Life
You mount the corpse, and plan your next course of action. On a fat guy. In the middle of the ocean.
You wait,
and wait,
and wait.
Eck! You think to yourself. You really wish there was some other way. You look all around, but see no alternative.
Time passes.
Faintly, yes, you can make something out in the blue, hazy distance.
It looks like a ship. Salvation! Yes! If only you could get over there! You look for something to propel you through the waters. There! a small piece of driftwood, probably from the plane. That would make the perfect oar!
What do you do?
You wait,
and wait,
and wait.
Eck! You think to yourself. You really wish there was some other way. You look all around, but see no alternative.
Time passes.
Faintly, yes, you can make something out in the blue, hazy distance.
It looks like a ship. Salvation! Yes! If only you could get over there! You look for something to propel you through the waters. There! a small piece of driftwood, probably from the plane. That would make the perfect oar!
What do you do?