Survival Challenge on a Deserted Island

To get to the island, the women have no choice

but to swim to the shore in the clothes they are wearing.

No dry clothes, and no fire, because we have to make mistakes.

Don't think about it, don't think about it.

Just one by one.

We'll just cuddle each other tonight.

With light running out fast, the women are no closer

to finding a beach to set up camp.

It's right near me.

A huge fucking snake came towards me.

I think.

Oh my God, there's a caiman.

Though potentially deadly to humans,

a crocodile of this size could provide

tens of thousands of calories for the women,

who have barely eaten in days.

The women decide to walk away from this potentially life-saving feast.

That is dinner here, that is our dinner.

Get in there.

These two little bastards got close, he's not scared of us.

You're in, you're in, you're in, you're in, you're in.

Here we go, puppy dog.

Go.

Get in there, boys.

Woo!

We can't eat, because we have no fire.

We have nothing to drink,

because we can't boil it to pure fire and sterilize it.

The women have circled back to Coconut Beach for a second time.

The women have now been without water for more than 48 hours,

and they are dangerously dehydrated.

I feel really drained.

Come on.

After almost two weeks without a meal,

the group is at the point of starvation.

If they don't eat soon,

there's a genuine risk their organs will start to shut down.

I've got it.

Steady.

Call the medics!