The following morning everyone woke early, deep thirst and hunger driving through their exhaustion and pulling them back to this hopeless situation. Yixing stretched and tried to ignore the pain in his stomach or the chap of his lips as he listened to everyone begin making plans.     "What supplies do we have between us?" Yoseob asked, emptying the pockets of his jeans and his coat onto the sand; everyone else followed suit. Yixing quietly took out his only 2 possessions, both completely worthless in this ordel; an iPhone and his wallet. He had already tried to think of what he might offer to the group in way of survival, but he was afraid that there was nothing he could do. Yoseob seemed competent, as did Jonghyun and Yuri (the last of which was currently sitting in the sand using a piece of rock to stab holes in her khakis).     "Uh..." Yixing sat down beside her and motioned toward what she was doing, almost afraid to ask. She gave him a curt glance, then turned back to her work, tearing large holes all throughout the fabric. "You'll see," was all she offered, and he figured he would have to wait to know what she was doing when she was finished. Waiting was okay with him, though; he had a feeling a lot of the work of trying to survive this was going to be summed up by the phrase "hurry up and wait".      "So this is everything," Insoo's voice cut across Yixing's thoughts and he refocused on the pile of 'supplies'. A lighter and a little metal cigarette case, several iPods and wallets, some chapstick (he almost reached for that), lipgloss (he would even settle for that), a vintage yoyo, and a small compact mirror, as well as a bunch of dead and ruined cell phones. Yay. Their coats were lying in a pile there, as well, and Yixing thought that they could use some of those for... something? Maybe? So many different fabrics, but what good was fabric when you didn't even have water or food?     Yoseob stooped and picked up the cigarette case, sliding the top back to reveal a good amount of the sticks, all soaking wet and ruined. He dumped them unceremoniously onto the sand and studied the case itself; about an inch deep and three inches long, and maybe 2 inches across. Yixing was just wondering why the other boy was looking at it so closely when Yoseob suddenly ran to the edge of the water and pulled his t-shirt off, using it as some sort of scoop to gather water in. As he twisted the top of the shirt, the air and pressure pushed the water down and out through the fabric, gathering in the tiny tin. Once the tin was full, he picked it up and with a moment of hesitation (as if not sure it would work), he took a sip of the water.     And coughed. But then sipped again, a thoughtful expression on his face that soon brightened to a smile as he turned to the others who simpy stood and watched him. "Hey, guys," he said, motioning them closer. "This gets rid of a lot of the salt. It's still there, obviously, but it's drinkable if you do this."     Yixing figured there was nothing to lose, and so he joined the rest of them as they waded into the ocean, catching pools of water to try to squeeze the salt out of in hopes of not dying of thirst.     He had spent a long time there, trying to get enough water to quench his thirst, and now sat on the sand with a bit of a stomach ache from the salt that had slipped through his makeshift filter. Groaning, he dropped back to lie down, beginning to try and think of ways to get large quatities