The sardine tin is punctured through the lid, so it could still hold water, yes! It is quite rusted though, and abraded to the point where, aside from a vague, cartoon picture of a happy fish on what's left of the lid, other identifying markers have been worn away.
Day 001 Hour 1: III.W.21 -> III.T.24 (small dead fish, fresh - looks like an actual sardine, or a close relative of one; cause of death indeterminate) Hour 2: III.T.24 -> III.R.26 (sharpened metal stake)
At this point the beachside forest grows considerably thicker - this is deep jungle now. It's also an excellent place to escape the sun, and shelter from the worst of the midday showers.
Rust would spend another 3 hours collecting rainwater (easily done the way you described, even with a more common medium-sized leaf shaped like a funnel), disassembling his lighter (its mechanical bits are full of dried salt and sand, but could theoretically be thoroughly cleaned and still work), and stalking the wildlife. What little animal life he sees - mostly birds and small forest creatures of various types, familiar and unfamiliar - seem especially skittish, darting away from Rust at the slightest movement, or if the wind turns such that they catch scent of him.
Notably, as it starts to turn dark, Rust will first hear, then see, a drone fly quickly between himself and the beach, several kilometers distant and weaving easily through the thinner trees closer to shore. It doesn't seem to notice him on its very fast path due west.
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Day 001
Hour 1: III.W.21 -> III.T.24 (small dead fish, fresh - looks like an actual sardine, or a close relative of one; cause of death indeterminate)
Hour 2: III.T.24 -> III.R.26 (sharpened metal stake)
Rust would spend another 3 hours collecting rainwater (easily done the way you described, even with a more common medium-sized leaf shaped like a funnel), disassembling his lighter (its mechanical bits are full of dried salt and sand, but could theoretically be thoroughly cleaned and still work), and stalking the wildlife. What little animal life he sees - mostly birds and small forest creatures of various types, familiar and unfamiliar - seem especially skittish, darting away from Rust at the slightest movement, or if the wind turns such that they catch scent of him.
Notably, as it starts to turn dark, Rust will first hear, then see, a drone fly quickly between himself and the beach, several kilometers distant and weaving easily through the thinner trees closer to shore. It doesn't seem to notice him on its very fast path due west.
Rust still has 3 hours remaining until Night 001.