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Steer Toward the Shore
The raft has oars, so you pop them into the oarlocks and start rowing. It's a long, arduous process but pretty soon you're close enough to see that it is indeed land.
Based on the position of the sun it's a little bit before noon. "We should be there well before sunset" you say to the giant hamburger on the far side of the raft.
Wait. You rub your eyes. Yeah. That's right. The dead guy.
You row some more. What feels like hours pass.
The sun is beating down on you so you stop to wipe the sweat from your brow. Too bad that delicious pile of pad Thai drank it all. You're getting awfully hungry. Why weren't you supposed to eat the pad Thai again? You're having a hard time remembering. It seemed important... but it smells so good.
Surely it wouldn't hurt to eat just one noodle...