Flint makes you light fires! So now Ulong has a little fire going, and they're so excited they can hardly stand it. "I love fire," James mock-sobs. Jeff says that as soon as they got the fire started, he wanted to go and catch some fish. Or maybe "explore and see what's all around us." In other words, "hang out, kind of like I would do at home, only without my shirt on, and with TV cameras." He pursues spear-fishing, and he catches what I literally think is the smallest fish I've ever seen caught on this show. He explains that he "didn't get a lot, but [he] got enough so that everybody could have a couple of pinches of protein." "Pinches"? Yeah, thanks, Dr. Atkins. Next stop: ketosis! Apparently, Jeff doesn't think his three-inch fish is going to feed the hungry tribe, because he goes and captures a helpless clam, which is great prey, because it is defenseless. You can see the clam down there like, "Oh, SURE, it's because I can't move, right? Is this because I can't move?" (Or, as Law & Order would say, "Is this because I'm a bivalve?") Jeff adds that he's really glad Koror doesn't have its flint, and he hopes they don't find it. He's a little assy, in case you haven't noticed yet.

Maybe just to spite Jeff, Koror is out looking for that flint. (That would be reason enough for me.) They have to start, of course, by figuring out where they even were when they lost it, so right now, it's hunting for a...flint in a waterstack, or something. Ian slips off the back of the canoe and dives. As Tom explains, however, they went out at a terrible time, and while they were waiting for Ian to resurface, they had to paddle like hell just to stay stationary, because the current was enormously cruel. On shore, lazy-asses Coby and Caryn kibitz that the people in the boat aren't in the right place. They're pretty sure it was more that way. They think the canoe should be over this way. And...shut up and drink your coconut, Caryn. Suddenly, out in the water, Ian announces that he sees the box on the bottom. He dives. He voices over that it was the strongest current he'd ever dealt with, and the box was under about twenty-five feet of water. Which is a lot. He also points out that the box was very difficult to move off the bottom for various reasons, and that the entire project became more difficult as he got more tired. He kind of hints that he thought he might drown, but I think he's just trying to scare me. Don't die, Ian! I like you; you are nerdy. We see him dive for the bottom, and when he comes up this time, he says that he "got it," meaning that he has hooked a rope around the box that they can use to pull it up. He gets the boat to come to him, and then he gets up in it and Tom gets in the water, and together, they haul the box off the bottom and up into the boat. And...good show, kids. A lesser team might have declared it a lost cause, I think, especially since they didn't even know exactly where to look. Ian talks about how great it was to finish that project -- "like running a marathon and winning first place." Frankly, in circumstances that tend to make people overly cranked anyway, I don't doubt it. The overjoyed team brings the box back to shore, where Ian and Katie share a huge hug. They are best pals, you can tell. Ian tells Tom, with a sort of a "what the fuck?" laugh, that it is one of the happiest moments of his life. You can tell he thinks that's kind of stupid of him, which is healthy. They do recover the flint and steel from the box, and they do start a fire. They agree that it was "a good day, a good day."