Arriving on the desolate beaches of the island, Claire’s first task is to find water.
She awakes the next morning covered in ants, having apparently slept on an ant hill.
She spends another day traipsing the wilds, teased by fallen coconuts bereft of water.

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This time when she rises, she finds a snake slithering across her body.
Claire must never fall asleep in the jungle again.
And she won’t have to because on this third day, Claire finds her salvation.
In the distance, she hears a man preaching.
She faints before she can reach him, but is soon discovered by his dog.
And this time when she awakes, she’s in a proper bed, no wildlife to be found.
She is, however, tied up.
The woman turns to leave, grabbing Claire’s dirty garments and spying the newfangled zipper on her corset.
What must she make of this?
When Claire fully comes to, she is met by the aforementioned priest, a Father Fogden.
After all, his goat Arabella has just successfully given birthsomething that hasn’t happened in a long time.
But first, she’ll need a bath and food.
“Love could not be subdued,” he tells Claire.
“That whore must go,” she says.
He seems to understandbut adds that he’ll have to consult Coco tomorrow.
Claire, always clever, beats him to the punch, though.
But cries of “Father, Father” soon interrupt.
Grief-stricken, Fogden pours a jar full of bugs culled from the sacred cave at Abandawe in Jamaica.
This cave, of course, was part of the ravings from Margaret Campbell in"Creme de Menthe.
“(“Abandawe will devour ye!")
Could Mr. Willoughby (and Jamie) somehow be on the island?
Claire gets directions to the beach and runs.
Will she make it in time?
The crew has already pushed back from the beach.
Jamie sees the signal and asks for the spyglass.
he gasps, before returning to the beach and his wife.
What Marsali really wants from Claire, however, is to know how to have sex without getting pregnant.
She wants to enjoy marriage for now, not worry about a baby.
It has a nice ring to it.
Later, back on the boat, a turtle soup-slurping Claire asks Jamie to help administer her penicillin shot.
She’s running a fever from her arm injury and needs antibiotics.
“You want me to stab you in the ass with this?”
She nods, but he can’t do it.
She takes the needle from him and stabs her bottom; he depresses the plunger.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Claire tells Jamie to bolt the door.