|Posted on Jul 14, 2011 11:31am|
After a shocking welcome to their new adventure, the castaways of SURVIVOR: PEARL ISLANDS have begun the quest to become the Sole Survivor. On night three, after the newly formed Morgan tribe made their first dreaded paddle to Tribal Council, they voted Nicole Delma, the 24-year-old massage therapist from Hermosa Beach, California, out of the tribe in a seven-to-one vote. Nicole's tell-it-like-it-is attitude and overt attempts to create alliances backfired, thus seeding distrust among her tribemates. Upon leaving Tribal Council, Nicole gave her Final Words: "Even with a million dollars at stake, I still had to say what I thought, when I thought it. And that's exactly what did me in."
ADAPT OR GO HOME
Aboard a seaworthy craft heading down the angry Pacific waters of Central America, sixteen Americans began the adventure of a lifetime. Anticipating a respite before the actual game was to begin, the castaways were comfortably clothed in suits, dresses, even a Boy Scout uniform. But Host Jeff Probst turned everything upside down when he announced that the game was not going to start the next day or the day after that. Rather, it had already begun. This time, the castaways were going in with nothing but the clothes on their backs!
Shock crept across their faces as the realization hit them that they would truly be stranded. Jeff tossed the castaways' sneakers overboard. With only the clothing on their backs and a sack of Panamanian currency, the two tribes were sent to fend for themselves in a local village, where they would have to acquire anything and everything they would need to survive the next weeks. "I'm wearing an Armani suit. How am I going to get by? What am I going to do with a suit?" questioned Shawn Cohen, the 28-year-old advertising sales executive from New York City.
One by one, each tribe member jumped overboard and swam towards the small fishing village, where their task would be to use the currency they were given to acquire what they'd need to survive for the next 39 days.
"This is beyond what I bargained for. I knew it was going to be the adventure of a lifetime; I didn't know it was going to be this big of an adventure of a lifetime." explained Ryan Shoulders, the 23-year-old produce clerk from Clarksville, Tennessee.
Upon reaching the town, the Morgan tribe chaotically attempted to get supplies while the Drake tribe successfully delegated responsibilities as Sandra Diaz-Twine, the 29-year-old office assistant from Ft. Lewis, Washington, used her ability to speak Spanish to barter more effectively with the locals. Another Drake tribe member, Rupert Boneham, the 39-year-old troubled teens mentor from Indianapolis, Indiana, seized an opportunity and stole all the Morgan tribe members' shoes as they left this most important booty unattended. Rupert then quickly bartered away the stolen items. "Pirates pillage. Pirates steal. Pirates take advantage. We are pirates, so we pirated," explained the smiling Rupert.
As both tribes continued to barter for necessities, Morgan tribe member Osten Taylor, the 27-year-old equity trade manager from Boston, Massachusetts, traded all his clothes, except his boxer shorts, in order to help his tribe.
After numerous failed attempts to communicate with the locals, both tribes finally boarded their rented vessels and began the journey to their respective islands, which would serve as their homes for the next 39 days.
NO PLACE LIKE HOME
Upon arriving at their beach, with little time remaining before sundown, the Morgan tribe split up and delegated responsibilities. While Lillian Morris, the 51-year-old scout troop leader from Cincinnati, Ohio, tended to a fire, Osten found a spot for the shelter.
Meanwhile, over at the Drake camp, unity reigned. Upon arriving on land, they joined hands in a huddle. Shawn shouted, "We're going to have the time of our lives and at the same time, we're going to kick some butt!"
FIRST NIGHT PROBLEMS
As night fell, sleep didn't come easily for the Morgan tribe. Rocks fell from above, while hermit crabs bit the members from underneath their makeshift shelter. Uneasy in his new environment, Osten was momentarily shocked when he mistook a vine for a snake.
The Drake tribe also found sleep difficult, but for far different reasons: they celebrated their new home by getting drunk. As the cheap Panamanian wine was passed around, inhibitions were lowered, especially those of Jon Dalton, the 29-year-old art consultant from Danville, Virginia. The more Jon drank, the more jokes he cracked and the more he annoyed his tribemates. "He talks too much crap, all night long, cursing. He thinks it's cute, but it isn't. It gets old," explained Sandra.
As morning came, the still-uncomfortable Drake tribe worked together to make their clothing more manageable. Still wearing his heavy suit, Shawn cut his slacks at the knees and made them into shorts. Sandra made shoes of branches, while 24-year-old Christa Hastie, the computer programmer from Los Angeles, cut her skirt in half and supplied Rupert with a new outfit to replace his heavy, wet jeans. "It's done: I'm wearing a dress," Rupert rejoiced, "I'm never gonna put them pants back on!"