Sure enough, as Swanson came around his eyes lit on the pile of dry wood that had appeared before him. Without hesitation he began to arrange the wood and struck up a spark using the flint of his necklace and the blade of his dagger. It didn't take long for the wood to burst into flame.

The bright and sudden blaze seemed to draw the crew like moths to a flame. Silently they made their way and huddled around the campfire to wait out the night, many falling back to sleep as soon as they had reached their destination. Eliza saw the flames as well and her tears stopped. Someone was alive enough to make us a fire. she thought as a spark of hope flared inside her. She wiped her eyes, but didn't move immediately. As Captain she was supposed to be strong. The crew looked to her for guidance and reassurance and she couldn't let them see her with puffy red eyes and a runny nose. No, the fire would have to wait until she calmed down a little more.