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ATTEMPT 2: FAILED LUKE

The sun beat down on my neck as I gripped the edge of the raft, muscles burning with every step as I dragged the damn thing across the sand AGAIN. It was sturdier this time, less of a flimsy stack of bamboo and more of an actual structure-thanks to the tarp we'd tied across the frame to keep it from falling apart. I had to admit, it looked good. If anything was going to get us out of here, it was this.

Behind me, I could hear Josh in his hammock, lazily turning pages in one of those old, sun-bleached journals he'd found buried in the sand a few weeks ago. He hadn't moved much since he "hurt" his leg-

a scrape, really, but you'd think he'd lost > a limb by the way he lounged around, occasionally lifting his head to complain about the heat or demand more mangoes.

"Look at him," Sarah muttered, hauling a few extra bamboo rods. over her shoulder. Her face was flushed, either from the effort or sheer irritation, maybe both. She dropped the bamboo next to the raft with a huff, squinting at Josh. "He's milking that injury for all it's worth. I I kept my focus on tightening the tarp, ignoring the urge to toss" something in Josh's direction.

Finally, we were ready. I looked over at Sarah and gave her a nod. She wiped her brow, smearing a streak of dirt across her forehead, and smiled.

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water, both of us silent with the anticipation that maybe, just maybe, this time it wouldn't fall apart. The tide was gentle today, soft waves lapping at our feet as we waded in, pushing the raft ahead until it started to float. "Moment of truth," I muttered, climbing up onto the frame. The raft

movements careful, her

middle like last time. But the tarp held strong, and even as we both balanced on it, the raft stayed together. I could feel Sarah's tension, her shoulders tight as she hovered close, looking around

out a dry comment about how we were "wasting energy." I was half- tempted to drag him onto the raft just to see if

the raft start to tip to one side as Sarah adjusted her footing. Instinctively, we both reached out, hands grabbing each other's arms, anchoring ourselves as - the raft wobbled beneath

was warm, fingers digging into my forearm as she balanced herself. Her face was inches from mine, her eyes focused on me with an intensity hadn't

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searching for something beneath the layers of sweat and

drop her arm, do something to break the moment-but my hands stayed where they were. Her eyes drifted down, and I felt her grip tighten, her breath coming a little quicker. For a second, it felt like there was

myself to look away. Josh was still lounging on his hammock, journal propped up in front of him, completely

dropped my hands and pulled back, setting my feet firmly on the raft to avoid

moment before she pulled away, glancing out at the horizon as if she hadn't just been gripping

the back of my neck. The silence felt thick, the kind that hung around

shot at escape. A long one, sure, but it was better than rotting away here with nothing but mangoes. The