Kayla shook her head quickly, her face pale with fear. "No... that thing of yours is way too scary. It's longer than Sakura's forearm. I think it'd tear me apart."
I sighed, shaking my head with a smile. "Silly," I said, standing up and slinging my backpack over my shoulder.
I checked my watch. "Let's keep moving. We'll go one more mile. Whether we find water or not, we're heading back at 2:00 p.m. sharp."
Kayla nodded and used a branch as a makeshift walking stick, following close behind me.
By 2:00 p.m., we had traveled about 6 miles from camp—farther than we'd ever gone before. From the hillside, I glanced back, but the coastline near our camp was no longer visible.
"Time to head back," I said, turning to Kayla.
She didn't move. Instead, she pointed into the distance. "Wait... loo
