Florence took the wood and the cloth, and used the other boy's lighter to ignite them. He shielded the tiny flame with his hand, taking a great amount of care as he nurtured it to life. When it was sufficiently big, he took a spare piece of driftwood and set it alight similarly, using it as a torch. It was a small cave, with no particularly interesting architecture. It was probably only a few thousand years old, but it did also have a small stream in it. "Guys. Water in caves is always fresh. This is good. Very good."