The members of Drake do a lot of digging, nevertheless, with very little to go on. Rupert complains in an interview that the "tribe went out half-cocked." He continues down the road of taking the pirate thing just a little too seriously as he says that "pirates were not idiots," so obviously the treasure won't be buried in the sand, because it might wash back up. I'm wondering whether Rupert is as tuned-in as he should be to the fact that the pirate thing really is just a gimmick. The producers aren't real pirates or anything like that. He's beginning to creep me out. Anyway, Drake finally gives up the futile search and returns to camp. Boy, that was riveting television. Interestingly, that little bit of nothing is one of the few times you're going to see Drake at all this week, so take in all you can.

Camp of the Damned. Tijuana is retrieving another piece of "treemail." She happily chirps out the crappy rhyming clue, which has something to do with floating and sinking and boats and blah dee blah. I can't understand why they always construct the doggerel so badly that all the sentences have to be rearranged like they've been run through an English-to-Yoda translator. Has there ever been a piece of treemail that didn't involve writing a sentence backwards in that "If want [good result] you do, then the [direct object] you must [verb], else [bad result] is sure to follow" fashion? The team has a little discussion about the fact that if they don't win, Drake is going to take one of the two or three things they have left. Also, they're excited that the clue makes it sound like the reward might include sleeping gear, which would come in handy, considering that they have apparently still not managed to get the shelter into a condition in which people can actually sleep. That is insane. The life of a survivor is just not that busy. It's not like they have to go grocery shopping and return books to the library. There is no way they should have gone six nights without getting the sleeping quarters into a reasonable semblance of shape. They suck. And as they say, a fish rots from the head down, Andrew.