Damien ran to the edge of the water and said after scooping out the oil covered-water, “How are you going to scoop out all the oil with so much floating on top? Forget it, let’s just go back and sleep.”

“No way!” Irina objected. “I’ve thought of a solution earlier on. We’ll be able to scoop it out.”

Irina didn’t dare to look at Bluepool as she retrieved the tools she prepared in advance from behind the rock.

One tree branch shaped like a crescent moon, one stone bowl used for eating, and one oil bucket.

The tree branch was half the length of the waterhole. Irina placed it on...