[That is some impressive optimism there. But Keith can appreciate the sentiment of it.]

Yeah, maybe.

[Sort of appreciate it. He's seeing what he can grab. If they can find somewhere dry it, any wood will eventually dry out enough to be lit. Keith pauses in his examination of what looks like a fishing net and looks up.]

Five months? I was in the first group that got dragged here. ...and we've definitely had things come attack us before. Dragging people off to an island is new. Usually it's the forest.