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The Island, Chapter 5

... the beach where I can examine him,” I said. “What if we float him across the lagoon on some cushions?” Janie asked. “We were able to move some of the luggage that way. I don’t think we will be able to carry him over the rocks and coral.” “Great idea!” With several passengers helping, we accomplished the herculean task of ferrying him to the inner side of the reef, and onto the makeshift raft. Myself and two others towed and kicked him to shore, and dragged him into the shade. Joelle and I stripped him down to his skivvies in order to examine him. We could find no other injuries other than the cuts on his back. Those were quickly dressed, and Joelle said, looking at his mouth, ”I think he’s pretty dehydrated.” I agreed, and we tried dripping some water into his mouth. He seemed to swallow it without a problem. Joelle volunteered to continue the slow process of rehydration. I worked my way back out to the plane to see if I could offer any more help. “I think we’re about to knock off,” Janie said tiredly. “We’ve been at it since dawn, and the last of the luggage was just sent over. We’ve still got a lot of stuff like carpet and seats, but I think that can wait until tomorrow.” “You guys have done a fantastic job,” I said, rubbing her slim, muscular shoulders. “Come on back and lets have some dinner.’ “God that feels good!” she moaned. “I am so sore. Food and sitting down sound really appealing right now.” We collected the rest of the crew and returned to the island. Some ...

... enterprising soul had managed to start a fire with eyeglasses, and Joelle had gotten a group of Tae Kwon Do students to fill every possible container with water from the stream we had discovered. Once the workers had relieved their thirst, we all gathered round the fire in the darkening evening to talk and share some of the more perishable food that had been salvaged. Janie started things off. “Hi everyone. I’m Janie Scarlatti. I’m a corporate efficiency consultant from Maryland. Maybe everybody could introduce themselves so we can get to know each other? This is my son Jared,” she said, hugging the boy next to her. Everyone in turn gave their name, and shared a little about their life. We spent a couple of hours discussing our situation, and as it got dark, people began drifting off to sleep there on the sand. Those still awake agreed to have a “town meeting” the next day, and make some attempt to organize our group’s survival efforts. I swung by to check on the patients in our makeshift infirmary. All were doing well, including our two sickest, Danielle the hockey coach and the new African man. Neither had woken up yet, but both seemed to be in a natural sleep rather than a coma. Joelle was sacked out nearby, and I figured if there were a crisis, she would come get me. I ambled back over to Janie and Jared. The boy was already sound asleep, and Janie looked like she was soon to follow. I sat down next to her, and pulled a loose strand of hair out of her face. “You did good today, ...