One castaway. One feast. One raft, if you can build it.
The good ship Plentiful was carrying the whole Thanksgiving feast when the fog rolled in. Now she lies on the rocks of an island no chart has ever shown, the pies are scattered across the sand, the turkey has made a run for it, and the lighthouse on the point hasn't been lit in a hundred years. The island seems glad to have a guest for dinner. Best not to stay.
Sound on, please. The clock ticks only while the island is on your screen. There is no time limit, but every hint costs you two minutes.
Welcome back, . The tide brought you right back where you left off.