"No big deal," Lisa huffed, turning abruptly and storming out of the cave.
Jackson watched her retreating figure, shrugging his shoulders. This woman was throwing a fit again.
But Jackson didn't pay it much mind; he had more pressing matters to attend to.
Like the art of charcoal-making.
If you want to grill truly delicious meat, you have to use charcoal; that's the only way to get that authentic flavor.
However, on this deserted island, crafting charcoal wasn't a walk in the park. First, you had to build a large kiln to slowly produce it bit by bit. It was a painstaking process and a personal challenge for Jackson.
He was determined to savor a BBQ feast on this island.
Wasting no time, Jackson set out to hunt for sturdy branches. When branches were scarce, he'd scale a tree,
