When they finally landed, they knew their plane would never fly again.

They gathered driftwood and heaped it into teepee-like piles. “These are not for cooking or warmth,” the captain said. “They are beacons.”

He hoarded the matches for weeks and used the last of them to signal the rescuers.

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