Stranded on an island with beautiful females

After hauling in a few fish, Winford was already beat. He let me know and then headed back to his shelter to crash.

I was still feeling pretty good, so Zoey and I got to work smoking the fish we caught. The island was still scorching hot, and after being out of the water for so long, the fish were almost done for. If we didn't handle them soon, they'd go bad.

Zoey and I started gutting and cleaning the fish. She wasn't fussy and seemed to know her way around a kitchen. Honestly, she was better at gutting the fish than I was.

Once we gutted the fish, we rinsed them off. Then, Zoey and I rubbed some salt we had collected from the coast a few days ago on them.

The sea salt wasn't great for eating straight, but it worked fine for smoking the fish. The high heat would take care of any nasty stuff in the salt.

After we salted the fish, Winford had rested up and came out to help. With the three of us working together, we got the fish prepped in no time. Next, we needed to set up a rack over the fire pit to hang the fish for smoking.

Winford and I found some wood and built a rack to hang the fish on.

Once the fish were hung up, we started thinking about today's meal. Since we had fish, we decided to skip the coconuts for a change. After days of eating coconuts, we were pretty sick of them.

We found a thin stick, sterilized it over the fire, and used it to skewer one of the fish we saved. Then we started grilling it.

Winford and I weren't exactly grill masters. I knew a bit about wilderness survival, but my skills were limited to making sure the fish was cooked through. Flavor? Not my strong suit.

That was when I realized Zoey, who seemed like she couldn't cook, actually had a ton of cooking experience. Under her guidance, our grilled fish looked pretty good, even though we hadn't tasted it yet.

Winford and I were both surprised and looked at Zoey. Feeling a bit shy, she said, "I love cooking and often cook for myself."

Listening to Zoey, Winford and I nodded, eager to try the grilled fish.

I divided the grilled fish into three parts. After splitting it up, I took a bite. I was pleasantly surprised. Even without any seasoning, just grilling it was enough. The fish was delicious, with a great texture and a hint of smokiness.

This got me excited. Once we made some pottery, I could catch more fish and make some fish soup. It had to be amazing.

Seeing me enjoy the fish, Zoey and Winford tried it too. We ended up devouring the fish like we were in a race.

The fish weighed nearly ten pounds. Normally, even with three people, it would take two meals to finish it. But it was so good that we managed to finish it in one go.

After eating, we were all stuffed. Zoey and I went back to our shelter to rest, and Winford headed to his shelter too.

Inside the shelter, Zoey frowned and said, "Oh no, the fish was too delicious. I couldn't stop eating. I might gain weight!"

I laughed, patted her head, and said, "Now's not the time to worry about gaining weight!"

Zoey was already plotting how to burn off all those fish calories, totally ignoring me. Guess women always cared about their looks, no matter what.

After about an hour of chilling, we all gathered around the kiln that was heating up.

Seeing the kiln almost ready, Winford suggested, "Let's get a head start on the pottery. We can shape the clay now, so when the kiln's ready, we can fire it up right away."

I was on board with Winford's plan. If it weren't for his kiln expertise, I'd have to figure all this out myself. But with him around, I trusted his judgment.

Winford and I headed out again, leaving Zoey to keep an eye on the kiln.

This time, I decided to use a piece of the parachute we had left to carry the clay back.

We soon reached the clay spot we found earlier. There was a pit Zoey and I had dug to collect clay.

Together, we dug up the clay. With two of us working, we quickly gathered enough. We wrapped the clay in the parachute piece and hauled it back.

While digging, I noticed what looked like some iron ore underneath. But it wasn't useful for our survival right now, so I didn't bother with it.

We collected way more clay this time compared to last. I wanted to collect more and avoid multiple trips, but the downside was the clay was super heavy. Even with both of us carrying it, we had to take breaks.

After some time, we finally got the clay back.

Looking at the clay, we felt hopeful. With this, we could make pottery and improve our living conditions.

After a short rest, we started shaping the pottery under Winford's guidance.

We started by making bowls for eating. Everyone made their own. Zoey made a cute bowl with a rabbit design. Mine was more easy, and Winford's was a regular bowl.

After our personalized bowls, we made several regular bowls, plates, pots, cups, and jars.

Once we finished, Winford started making some clay knives. This was his specialty, so Zoey and I just watched.

After a while, Winford finished shaping the knives. Now, we just had to wait for the kiln to be ready to fire them.

As the sun went down, we decided to have a bonfire party to celebrate how far we'd come. We'd started with just coconuts, but now we had fish and soon we'd have pottery too!

Even though it was just the three of us singing around the fire, it didn't take away from our happiness.

After the bonfire, Winford went back to his shelter, and Zoey and I headed to ours.

As Zoey lay down, she hugged me tight and said, "You know, life here isn't so bad." Then she kissed me, hinting at something more.

Already full and energized, I didn't hesitate and responded to Zoey's flirtation.