The night was getting late. The sea breeze howled softly, sweeping the leaves and walls of the simple hut they had just built. Inside, Adora and Eric lay next to each other on a tarp-covered bed of dry leaves and soft twigs. The thin blankets they had brought from the unmanned ship covered their bodies, which were getting cold from the night wind.
"It's warm too, this hut," Adora murmured softly, her eyes staring at the roof made of tarpaulin and dried coconut leaves.
"Not bad," Eric replied as he turned to face her. "We may not be architects, but we can survive another night."
Adora gave a small smile. "But don't tell me you're proud of that leaning support pole. I was sure it was going to collapse when you put it up."
Eric laughed lightly. "Hey, at least we still have a roof. That's
