𝟷𝟹:𝟶𝟶 | 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟺𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

Reaching into the shelves, Sam came across a silver key, with a label tied to it on a piece of jute string. Boathouse storeroom. "Nice," Sam smiled, but his hand brushed over something else, something small and hard. He frowned, curious, and grabbed at it.

Collectible Found: Aidan's Whistle
A shiny, red whistle. Mostly used to call attention to misbehaving campers.

"Oh, hey," Sam remarked, tossing the whistle upwards before catching it. "I've been wondering where that was." He held it to his lips, giving a surefire toot toot before pocketing it and unlocking the door at the back of the room. He pushed on it and it opened without issue, revealing the storeroom, stocked with towels. "Of course." He grabbed for some of the towels, stacking them in his arms, resting the precarious pile under his chin and making his way back downstairs.

"Did you find them?" Aidan asked as he heard Sam's footsteps descending above him. He and Conrad had just tied down the last of the kayaks and were eager to cool off in the lake.

"Yeah," Sam replied, coming into view. "Help."

Aidan and Conrad both rushed over to take some of the load off of their friend before lining the towels along the racks beneath the boathouse for campers to take when they were finished swimming. Sam dusted off his hands. "Oh!" He reached into the pocket of his board shorts and pulled out the whistle by its lanyard before extending his hand to Aidan. "Found your whistle, dude."

"Thanks." Aidan threw the whistle around his neck. "Anything else to do?"

Conrad shook his head. "Kayaks, towels," he listed. "Lunch."

"Now lunch I can get behind," Aidan remarked, leading the way to the docks, where Astrid and Cassie were now accompanied by Jackson, having already divided their loot into individual piles.

𝟷𝟹:𝟶𝟻 | 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟻𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍

Clementine jumped out of the boat as soon as it began to bank on the island, dragging it the rest of the way to shore. The campers that had joined them began to disembark, aided by Celeste and Clem, before the two girls finally took a hold of each handle of Jackson's cooler and hauled it to shore. "Okay guys," Celeste began. "Who knows the rule of visiting the island?"

One of the boys stuck up his hand. "Don't poop in the lake?"

Celeste grimaced. "Correct, Dale, but not what I was looking for." She pointed to one of the girls, also with her hand raised. "Molly?"

"Leave it cleaner than you found it," Molly answered.

"That's what I wanna hear," Celeste praised, clasping her hands together. "That means that we all need to take back any trash we make, and if we find more trash, what do we do?"

"Pick it up!" the group answered in unison.

"Very good!" Celeste beamed. She and Clementine led the group up the path before she stopped, pursing her lips. Did she want to take the kids to the treehouse, with better views and vantages, or would they prefer the forest, where they were more likely to be covered by the shade of the trees?

Player Choice:
Walk to treehouse or head to forest?