He glanced around until his eyes landed on a large stick. He grabbed a rock and started striking off parts of the stick until it formed a spear. After he figured it was enough, he headed into the water.
He watched the fish swim, mesmerized by them. They were bright colors and swam with no problems. He envied them for a split second.
Gripp threw his spear in, missing. He frowned. He swore this wasn't that difficult the last time he'd tried as a kid.
He took his time before he rammed the spear down, catching a large fish. He was lucky enough to catch three of them before he noticed the sun creeping down. He wanted to make sure they still had a little light left to eat by. Once the sun was down, they had no natural sources.
He grabbed the fish and decided to be a gentleman and clean them away from April. He chopped off their heads and skinned them, tossing their skin onto the sand where the birds would eat them.
Before strolling back to April, he cleaned himself of blood and guts. He found that April had started a fire just a few feet from the building. She had also opened the hut, which looked like she had moved things around. He was impressed.
"You work fast," he said, stopping a few feet from her.
She gave him a smile in return. "Well, there was only so much sunbathing I could do. You don't want to get sunburned so soon."
He chuckled at her, happy to see she could still joke around.
She nodded her head at the fish. "Dinner?"
"Yeah." He handed the fish over to her. "You want to cook them up, and I'm going to go look around? I'd like us to have an escape route if we need one. I also think I saw some fruit that would go well with the fish."
She gave him a wave, and he realized she had her full attention on the fish. His stomach grumbled, and he remembered neither had really eaten today. The fish would be filling.
He headed back into the trees and surveyed the area. He wanted to make sure before they settled down for the night that no one was going to come creeping up on them. He found an easy exit if they needed it before he turned his attention to gathering fruit.
Rounding up coconuts and bananas, he kept going. A small bush of raspberries was filled with free offerings. He had full arms by the time he returned to April.
She'd finished cooking and made plates out of large leaves. The fish lay on one, steam rising off of them. His stomach growled louder now.
He set everything down, cracked a coconut, and offered it to April. They both sat to eat inside the hut. They both dug in, enjoying the prepared feast.
The fish was perfect, and with the coconuts, it was refreshing. The berries were sweet, and the bananas were ripe. All in all, they both ate their fill of food.
After they finished eating, April stepped outside for some fresh air. He looked around the hut. There was a mattress pressed against the wall and a small trunk at the end of it. A rickety table took up more of the room with three chairs. Otherwise, the hut was empty.
He didn't expect there to be much. Whoever built it probably didn't live there. It was a resting spot or a camping area that was used and forgotten about.
Gripp looked at April, standing just outside the hut. He watched her hair blow in the sea breeze, and she softly smiled at the sun. He couldn't help but gaze at her. He thought she was the sexiest person he'd ever seen in his life.
He watched as a chipmunk-sized critter crawled up to her, stopping just a foot away. It tilted its head, staring at her. April bent down, tossing part of her banana toward it.
He chuckled, thinking he wasn't the only thing interested in her. He couldn't blame the creature. April was something.
The animal came closer, just inches from her feet. She offered more of her banana, a smile growing on her lips. As it ate away at the little piece, she ran her fingers over its head.
The head tilted into her touch, and she giggled. It was like music to his ears. He could get used to it.
"Gripp," she whispered lowly, glancing at him. "Are you seeing this? I'm petting it."
"I see," he said with a chuckle. "Lucky bastard."
She snorted. "Come here. Maybe it will let you."
He wasn't sure he wanted to. He didn't want this to end. He liked just watching her, seeing her light up over this. But he pulled himself out of the chair and started to them.
The animal's ears perked up when he heard Gripp, and like lightning, turned with its banana and ran off. He watched it take off into the sand before turning into the bushes and disappearing.
He looked at April, who was now dying with laughter. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. Even watching her laugh made him happy.