Oliver sat on the beach with the big flat rock between his legs. He had found leather gloves in one of the backpacks, they weren’t his size, but he could use them to old the needle.

“Let’s just hope that leather doesn’t burn when it get’s hot.”

He placed another stone half in the fire and placed a needle on top of it. He waited until the tip of the needle started glowing red. He quickly removed it from the fire and placed it on the big flat rock.

“Let’s see if this works.”

With another rock in one hand and the other hand with the glove holding the needle in place, he started beating the red tip.

“If I had some blacksmith tools, or a tool kit, it would be so much better.”

He beat furiously at the needle. When the tip had stopped glowing, he put it back on the rock in the fire and waited. He repeated these steps over and over. Every time he held the needle a little up from the rock to get it to bend in the shape of a fish hook.

“If someone would have just had some fish hooks in their bags, I wouldn’t have to be doing this.”

Progress wasn’t as fast as he would like and he hit his own fingers several times, but after half an hour the needle was beginning to take shape. It wasn’t perfect yet, but at least he was doing something that should make live on the island a little easier for them. He looked at the needle hook in the sunlight.

“Now all we need is fishing thread.”

He picked up the sewing kit and rummaged through it. Of course there was no fishing line in it. He did find some cotton thread and after pulling it a few times, he realised it was strong.

“I’m sure if a braid it together it would be stronger.”

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