Talk to Jimmy.

I quietly left my tent. The cool island air caressed my skin as I made my way the short distance across the sand to Jimmy's tent. As I came nearer, I could hear something from inside the tent. Soft, moist sounds, like flesh on flesh, and a low groan from Jimmy told me that I might have waited too long to talk to him. He may have made his choice already. Should I turn around and try one of the girls tents or stay and see what I could find out?