After a long, stressful night, the sun was once again rising up on a brand new day...that might actually transition into another bad day. Bucky was the first to get up again, and continued with his procedure of waking up the Wither Team and making them unhappy campers. He blew into his shell horn. "It's a brand new day, guys! It's time to make the best of our time out here!" He said, as four groans came from underneath the leaf blankets. After a few seconds, the gang decided that it was no use fighting it this morning...and pulled themselves from under their somewhat comfy beds. "Bucky, we're stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere...with very slim chances of someone finding us. What's to make the best of?!" Witherstorm asked, as Bucky threw down his shell horn. "I'll tell you later, but you know the morning drill! Roll call! Cloud!"

"Here."

"Wither Sickness!"

"Here."

"Ham!"

"I want pancakes..."

"Eden!"

"I'm being tormented by a ferret..."

"Pet—"

"Say my name, and I'll kill you right here and now."

"Uh...W-Witherstorm?"

"Kill me..."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, mate!" Bucky said. "'Cause today, you're gonna try and get our SOS signal going!"
"Good, it's about time— wait...what do you mean you're?" Eden asked, as Bucky crossed his arms. "Yesterday, I lugged all the sticks and things around the island...and now it's your turn to pitch in with the work. Without my help, since you didn't help me yesterday." He said. "Oh my god..." Eden groaned, facepalming. "We were just using our first day on the island to relax, the storm really rattled us!"
"Are you seriously not gonna help us at all?" Petra asked. Bucky shook his head. "Nope. I'mma be sharpening my knife up in that tree, and I'll let you know when you can take a break. Better get started!" Before the team could argue with the white ferret, he scurried off to his favorite tree to go do his own thing...only making them more irritated than they already were. Though once again, upon being woken up so early...they were way too tired to put up a fight. So they simply started thinking of ways to create an SOS signal.

Nearly forty minutes later...

After some time, the gang had come up with some ideas and wasted no time getting to work. They decided that Eden and Petra would try to make a massive SOS in the sand, while Ham and Witherstorm tried to make a signal fire with all the extra sticks and branches they had. One would think that after the creeper statue fire, they would've all been rescued by now. But that was unfortunately not enough to get anyone's attention, so they have to resort to something better. "Uugghhh...why is this so difficult?!" Ham complained. "We've spent the last thirty minutes trying to light this stupid thing!"
"I'd say use the mirror...but I think someone left it on the wet sand, and it got washed away in the ocean." Bucky said, using a jagged rock to sharpen his knife. Eden narrowed her eyes at him. "Yeah, that someone being you." She said. "Don't worry guys, we'll figure it out." Wither Sickness walked up the pile of wood that was supposed to be the fire, and dumped more branches on it. "Okay, here's some more. Need me to do anything else?" He asked. "No, I think we're good. Thanks, Wither Sickness." Witherstorm replied. Wither Sickness gave a nod, and went back to his tree...briefly looking at Eden and Petra struggling to make the SOS sign as he passed by. "Bucky, can we use smaller branches?" Petra asked, dropping the massive log that she was using to make the sign. "Nope, if you use anything smaller, the sign won't be big enough for anyone to see." Bucky replied. "But these things weigh a ton! And we don't have the right energy to do this alone!" Eden complained. "The least you could do is help us."
"Ugh, just forget about it for now. Take a break." Bucky said, jumping down from his tree, as the Wither Team sighed in relief. "It's about time." Ham said. The four went back to their leaf blankets, where Cloud was relaxing in the hot sun...looking almost as tired the team, despite not doing any work. "Ugh, I'm so hungry..." Petra said, sitting down on her leaf bed, as Cloud snuggled up next to her. "Me too, are we ever gonna find food out here?" He asked, as Eden shrugged. "I don't know, Cloud. But I hope we do, because my stomach feels like a hollow log." She said, rubbing her belly. Bucky scurried up to the gang. "Well, food obviously seems like the thing that will get you guys moving." He said, as Ham groaned in disappointment. "It took you that long to realize that?"
"Therefore, I will head back into the jungle and try looking for something to eat again...something that's not bug infested." Bucky continued. Eden gave a solemn nod. "We appreciate it, Bucky. Be careful out there." She said. With that, Bucky scurried back into the jungle...in hopes of finding food for the cranky Wither Team.

Now with Bucky...

"Ah, would you look at that." The white ferret glanced at the shiny mango that caught his attention by the corner of his eye, and was immediately relieved upon seeing that there actually was food in the jungle. Now, the gang would have the energy to try and actually attempt to get off the island. Bucky effortlessly climbed the tree, and grabbed the rather decent sized fruit for the satisfaction of the Wither Team, and prepared to look for some more...before he heard a rustling in the bushes. "Who's there? Show yourself!" There was no response, except for the sound of the rustling getting louder. "I've fought a lot of predators in my day, mate. You don't know what's coming to you." Bucky said, pulling out his dragon tooth knife. The rustling went on for a few more seconds, until a head...of what looked to be another ferret popped out of the bushes. "You...you found food?!" He stuttered. "Um...yeah?" Bucky said. "And you're a native to this island?" The sable colored ferret stepped out of the comfort of his bush, as he nodded. "Yes, I don't think I've ever seen a white ferret around here before...but that doesn't matter! What matters is that...you know how to find food, and my tribe will finally be fed!" He said. Bucky put his knife away, and leaned up on the mango that he found. "Tribe? There's more of you?"
"Please, help me find more food! You'd be doing a massive favor for me and my friends!" The sable ferret continued. "But...this was for my friends back on the beach. I promised I'd find them somethin' to eat." Bucky said. The sable ferret suddenly looked pleased. "That's great! They can help us!" Bucky uncomfortably rubbed the back of his neck, upon remembering how grumpy the Wither Team were at the moment. Something told him that they wouldn't be pleased if he came back empty handed. "Actually...they're not the friendliest of animals right now." He told the sable ferret. "But if you really need my help...I guess they could wait a little longer."
"Yes! Thank you so much, brother! Lead me to the goods!" The sable ferret said. Bucky grabbed the mango and quickly scurried off with his new sable friend. Almost completely forgetting about the Wither Team, as he continued to search for food.

Back with the Wither Team...

"Bucky better have an explanation for this." Ham grumbled, following his teammates through the dense jungle. Upon realizing that the white ferret was taking longer than expected to find food, the gang decided to head back out into the jungle to look for him. Everyone except Ham seemed to be somewhat worried that something happened to him, but at the same time...this was Bucky they were looking for. He's been in a quarrel with every animal in the dimension,  it would be no surprise if he could manage out in the wilderness on his own. "Let's give him a little break, Ham." Eden said, sniffing the air for the white ferret's scent. "He probably just got lost while trying to please us by looking for food."
"Yeah, that's Bucky for ya." Petra added. "If we demand something, he'll go to the edge of the world to get it if he knows it'll shut us up. Which is one reason why we should probably go easy on him." Witherstorm crossed his arms. "Why go easy on him when he got us on this island, burned our creeper statue, and refused to help with the SOS signals? Not to mention that one adventure where you cracked your ribcage, Petra." He said. "The creeper statue was an accident, but...cracked ribcages?" Cloud asked, as Petra rubbed the back of her neck.
"It's a long story..."
"Well, you should be able to ask him about it soon." Wither Sickness said. "Look." He pointed to a set of tiny paw prints in the dirt, in which continued on the path that they were walking on. "Good eye, Wither Sickness." Eden said. "Let's get moving." They picked up the pace, and followed the paw prints until they came up on a small ledge, and at the bottom was a village made specifically for ferrets...where they spotted Bucky talking to the sable ferret that he met earlier. "Well, it appears that we've found some natives." Ham said. "And it looks like Bucky has become one of them." Petra added. Before the gang could jump down and confront the white ferret, he glanced up at the spot that they happened to be standing in. "Oh, hey, guys!" He said. "Regain any of your energy?"
"Uh...not really, no." Eden replied. "Did you find anything to eat?" Ham asked. "Yes, but Bucky donated it to my tribe." The sable ferret interrupted. "Do you know these guys?" Bucky nodded, and smiled nervously. "Yes, Archie...these are the friends that I told you and the tribe about." He said. The sable ferret, apparently named Archie, immediately gave the Wither Team a dirty look...upon remembering the information that Bucky explained at some point. "A little hard work never hurt anyone, y'know." Archie said, crossing his tiny arms. Eden raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I beg your pardon?"
"Bucky told me that you four refused to work on a plan to get off the island. You couldn't have been that tired to the point where you couldn't gather a bit of wood." Archie said. "We were willing to do it, we just wanted a little help!" Eden argued, as Archie scoffed. "You shouldn't always need help. Gotta learn how to strengthen up." Eden narrowed her eyes, and looked like she was about to pounce on the smart mouthed rodent...but Petra stopped her before she could. "Forget about that." She said. "Are you coming back to the beach, Bucky?" The white ferret shook his head. "Not right now, I'm afraid. I kinda promised the tribe leader that I would help out a bit around here before I went back to you guys. You don't mind, right?" Eden sighed loudly, before crossing her arms and turning to look in the distance. "I guess not..." she said, as Cloud stepped forward. "But can we have some of your food?" He asked. Bucky instantly gave a warm smile to his friends. "Sure you can—"
"Sorry, couch potatoes." Archie interrupted. "We worked hard for this, unlike you. I'm afraid that it belongs to us, and us only. Guards!" A large group of ferrets scurried up to the Wither Team, upon seeing Archie pointing at them. "Show this lazy bunch of animals the way out, please." He told them. With that, the ferrets all began to push and shove the team out the entrance of the village...as Bucky mouthed the word 'sorry' once he saw them go.