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We'd been at this raft for days, patching it up, lashing new pieces of bamboo, making it as seaworthy as possible - not that I think it would pass any inspections. It just needed to get us to a nearby island fucking alive. We also needed to get there quickly - Josh's leg was looking like shit and there was a faint red line running up his thigh which Sarah said was not a good sign. I saw the panic on his face but we didn't talk about it.

She'd boiled seawater, washed out the wound, and smeared on some herbal paste Josh had read about in one of his survival journals. And while mango was good for his boredom, it wouldn't kill an infection. If it did, Josh would be immune to infection by

now.

Finally, the sunset, and I did my best to get comfortable on the sand - not fucking possible but exhaustion would take over at some point. It always did.

A crackling whip of thunder tore through the silence, and I shot upright just as thick raindrops began pelting down. I scrambled to my feet, looking out at the once-

peaceful beach, now a thrashing mess of rain and wind, trees bowing under the force of the storm. "Oh Fuck!" Josh yelled as his hammock swung wildly, then crashed to the ground.

"Get up!" I shouted as Sarah. I started grabbing what I could and put Josh's arm over my shoulder to help him up.

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and smelled faintly of wet earth. My neck ached from where I'd slumped against the wall, and the gritty taste of dried salt was still on my lips from the storm.

his back a few

my foot. "Hey, rise and

me away like I was a fly, but then Sarah stirred, stretching her arms with

fell on me, and she nodded, grim but awake. I helped her up, and the three of us

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their broken trunks jutting out. like fractured bones. Branches and leaves littered the ground, and the air smelled of wet foliage and the aftermath of a storm. The beach was unrecognizable; debris was scattered everywhere, and the sand was churned and matted as if a giant had

his

as shocked, but Josh just shrugged, lifting one of his precious journals with a smug little grin. "Says it right here in

of you to mention it now," I muttered, but he just shot me a smug look and kept reading, unbothered by the mess around

look, didn't want to see what might've happened to the raft. But the second my eyes hit the shoreline, I

of bamboo were scattered across the beach, tangled in seaweed and

were draped over rocks like sad little flags, flapping weakly in the breeze. The raft we'd spent days working on, carefully lashing every piece together, was reduced to a collection of broken, splintered parts.

to my knees, staring at the wreckage in silence. The small hope I'd nurtured,

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