HOPE FLOATS LUKE

I narrowed my eyes trying to figure out what the hell he was signaling as he waved the journal. But the closer I got the more I noticed what Josh really looked like.

He looked awful-sweaty, pale, and swaying like a palm tree in a storm. "Josh! What the hell's going on?" I screamed over - wishing he would stop running.

"Boat," he muttered, barely managing to form the word.

"What? Boat?" I asked, looking out over the ocean and so did Sarah but there was nothing but the big blue.

Before I could ask him what the hell he was talking about, he dropped to the ground with a thud, faceplanting into the sand. "Shit! Josh!"

I dropped to my knees beside him, my fingers shaking as I checked him for injuries and flipped him on his back. He groaned but didn't open his eyes. His skin was hot - more than what was normal on a tropical island and he was lounging in the shade. "You better not fucking die on me, man!"

looked up at me and I could see it there, plastered on her face. This wasn't good. "Get the water!

teeth. Moving Josh should be easy. Fuck - I've had twice his size ram into

leaves, and Sarah quickly

about?" I asked,

I think he might be going septic. His leg looks worse

shore. Literally, the only hope we had right now and

and sat back, finally feeling the last little bit of hope

think was, before this wreck, my favorite memories were

spotted the journal Josh was

him. I picked up the worn leather binding, flipping through the pages

was screaming! There's a boat Sarah! According to this, there's a boat!" The words stumbled out of my mouth

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