"If the first plan doesn't work I suppose a satellite dish would be useful but let's not try that until after. Anyway I should be down eventually *laughs* one way or another" *straps the radio to his back then looks around, after deciding on a sturdy looking tree he begins to climb. After reaching the trees top and securing himself as best as possible he begins to broadcast a signal from the radio* "Can anyone hear me? This is michael of the N.T.R I'm currently stranded in a jungle with a squad of shipwrecked marines, co-ordinates are unknown but to guess I would assume this jungle is somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere."