Survivor: South Pacific

“Are you calling me a liar, you fo’c’sle rat?” Ogle asked, gaining his feet.

“Well, we’re obviously not alone,” Peasbury said as Ogle advanced on him.

“As you were, Ogle,” Meade said, his order stopping the harpooner. “I won’t tolerate fighting. We are all to blame, and we’re going to calmly decipher what happened here and decide on a course of action. Obviously there is someone here among us—”

“There was no one here as of yesterday, sir,” Ogle said.

“Then how do you explain that?” Peasbury asked, pointing to the drag trail in the sand.

“Boats. Cannibals in canoes. They must have rowed here from some other island. They’re probably gone already.”





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