"We have no cloth," I tell the man. "I guess we could use leaves but that won't be as strong." We were facing problems. I then remembered something from my past life. A fleeting memory, here one second and gone the next. The jungle is a dangerous place, I remembered someone saying. Like silver butterflies that shoot poisoned powder into the air.
"We should really get going though. Jaguar, or James, how far is this river? Is there some cliff-like rocks there? That would be really convient, we could make a lean-to with sticks and leaves." After he responded I said, "Alright. For today I think the best we can do is get some of those huge leaves above us and use that as covers. We should also make a watch schedule, just for any animals."
The air was getting slightly less scorching, but the bugs were now beginning to really come out. There were about 10 mosquitoes in my vicinity, and twice as many flies. "Watch out for the bugs, they could have diseases." I say. "Anybody know how to make a fire? That could ward them off, or at least burn them."
