remain on the beach?

You huddle below a tree, deciding to tough it out for the night rather than risk the unknown jungle. Your clothes are rags, torn by the ocean. As cold bites at you, you find yourself shivering beyond control. You have to make a fire, or freeze to ****.

You look around for anything that might help. You notice, a distance away on the beach, a suitcase.

"From the yacht, maybe." You think. Something in it might help you out.

You reach the suitcase and open it. The waterproof lining gave way, and some contents were soaked. However, you recovered some clothing that could possibly keep you warm in the night.

You find a long, blue dress. This suitcase must have belonged to one of the female guests on the yacht. You wrap the soft, semi-dry material around your shoulders as you look through the case.

A pair of black lace stockings come next. As your feet continue to twitch and shiver, you feel **** but to wear them, at least up to your knees. No one is here to mock you.

An elegant white dress is half-soaked. Wearing it would just worsen your cold. What remains are random bits of female clothes and lingerie. There is not much that can be of use, but you close up the suitcase and bring it with you back to your tree.

"No fire, but at least I have something to cover myself with now." You think.

Curling up as much as you can, you close your eyes and try to get through the night.