(NOTE: I edited the text from switchblade to keys in my pocket. Knife would never pass airport security)
Jake nods.
"The turban will keep you from getting heat stroke. But keep your blouses on for now. Keeps the sun off. Tomorrow we will hide under them to ward off the sun.
"See if this thing has a first aid kit and what may be in it. Make sure your turban drapes long, over your shoulders.
"Take the rest of the jacket and make it into small strips we can weave into tiny rope. Fishing line, you see".
He looks at the horizon. "No, I don't see any land. You keep your eye on it, SugarPlum. We'll find out soon enough what it is. Whale, maybe. Who knows".
Before the plane went down you were served a healthy late lunch, and had plenty to drink, so no worries there.
The women in the group actually begin to wonder how to relieve themselves as they feel the sensation.
Looking around you do not see anything for miles as the sun starts to set. A slight breeze blows against your skin and you feel it may be a chilly night, but then again no one in this group has been to the Caribbean before so they do not know what to expect.
Time seems to have slowed down to a stop as you worry about your being rescued.
"Hope is not a shark!". With this raft any shark can devorate us in a minute!.
I have been in Saudi Arabia so I know how to make turbans pretty well, let me help you sweetgurl and Jake. Here it goes.
Thanks goodness! first aid available. Hmmm let me see what we have here. Oh great! we have a bottle of rubbing alcohol, some cotton, an anti-bacterial soap, adhesive tape, an anti-septic solution, scissors, flashlight, and adhesive bandages.
Here sweetgurl, take Jake's jacket and make it into small trips while I check the expiration dates of this stuff".
I need to use the toilet!. Any suggestions?"
"Thank you ladies", Jake replied, taking both blouses. He buttoned them together, forming one piece out of the two. Taking his shoelaces he tied the makeshift leanto on the perimeter rope of the raft, extending it to the other side. It wasn't much, but any shelter from the sun was better than none.
"Sweetgurl, look up front. There should be a survival pack with first aid gear, flares and a little food. We need the flares first.
"An airliner going down is going to have search and rescue all over the place pretty quick, so we need to be able to signal them".
He examined their turbans and motioned Sugarplum over to him. Taking the draping portion, he showed her how to pull it back around, making a veil to cover her face and tucked it in.
"If you got sunglasses, put them on".
He then had them sit down in the raft under the tiny leanto, their backs to the west, where the sun now was. Putting his own veil in place, he donned his sunglasses, secured all his belongings from the jacket- wallet, passport, travellers checks, and perched on the side of the raft.
Paddle in hand, he surveyed the scene. Two pair of eyes stared back at him from behind their veils. He grinned.
"Jake The Sheik and his harem girls. I like it", he said cheerfully.
"Either of you ladies know how to belly dance"?
Their glares told him they did not see the humor. He laughed boistrously.
"Uncle Guido, if you could see me now", he called out to the sea. So off they went, Jake paddling and chuckling to himself- with an occassional glance of course, at his barely clad crew.
When dark began setting in, Jake began thinking hard. No search and rescue had been spotted. Bad News. He said nothing to the women.
The query about relieving themselves brought a shrug.
"Hang over the side" was his only suggestion.
His main concern was the lack of response from the Coast Guard and his own ignorance about the currents here. Where would they take them?
If they could maintain a southerly course, they should run smack into Bermuda. IF.
He told the girls to huddle together in the raft to keep warm. It could get very cold at night on the ocean. He was paddling, so he was keeping his circulation up.
Besides, what they had put him through at Camp Lejune was ten times worse that a chill night at sea.
"Look in the survival kit and see if there isn't a thermal blanket. It will look like a piece of aluminum foil".
[offtopic]GM, Which way is the wind blowing? Also, Jake lets the raft drift for a while. Which was is the current moving? Am using north star, moon and Venus as guides to calculate[/offtopic]
In all the confussion no one noticed the two small paddles on the side of the raft. They will come in handy as you notice what seems to be some sort of 'mass' (maybe land) to your west. (You estimate West based on the sun rising in the East and setting in the West)
[offtopic]Stranger, wind is blowing from North East to South West[/offtopic]
"Jake, we have a flashlight with batteries in the first aid kit. We can use it to make signs to any helicopter or plane that may be looking for us. Here. Take it.
I don't know how you can be making jokes in this kind of situation! Anyhow, let's leave it like that...there are more important business here than to to fight over this.
Here. The thermal blanket. But I just see only one and it's not big enough to keep us the three of us warm. You all go ahead, use it. We can take turns to keep us warm.
Sugarplums goes over Sweetgurl and whispers... why you're so quiet?. Is everything allright?. Jake still laughing! can you believe that? What's so funny for him?. He's starting to be annoyning. Don't get me wrong, I like him, he's very helpful but a bit too bossy. Maybe a please and a thank you everytime he asks us to do something would be appreciatedl!.
Oh my goshh!!! Is THAT land on the west? Look! Look! Look! is that land?"
Spying the land, Jake gives a silent sigh of relief, and begins making for it with renewed vigor.
Out loud, however he begins to complain mightily.
"Well, isn't that just my luck! I was getting used to having two beautiful women all to myself, lost at sea"!