Sunlight danced off the water near the beach as the small craft grounded itself in the sand. Weary and bedraggled, the survivors struggled to get ashore with sighs of relief at the thought of dry land. None knew where they were; palm trees and sand were all they could see before them, only open water behind. Their relief would be short lived though, as the true struggle for survival still lay ahead…
“Bon voyage, isn’t that what people were shouting as we took off? I thought that was supposed to mean ‘good’ voyage. So much for that idea!” Jason scoffed as he gathered another round of coconuts for dinner. “I think it was more of a curse! If I have to eat one more of these stupid things I’m gonna puke!” He hurled a coconut as far as he could, releasing some of the pent up hostility he had accumulated over their seventeen days of island life.
“Hurry up with those! People are hungry over here!”
“Why don’t you climb up a tree and get it yourself if you’re in such a hurry you worthless jerk!” Jason called back with contempt. “That guy’s really starting to get on my nerves. Just because Todd broke his leg during the wreck, he acts so helpless!”
“Jason, try to keep it together; we’re all doing the best we can.” Carly tried, soothingly reaching for her husband only to be shrugged away. “I’m sure we’ll be…”
“…rescued soon.” He finished for her sarcastically. “Yeah, that’s what everyone keeps saying. Who says I even want to be rescued?” Jason grabbed the make shift hammer and wedge and began splitting coconuts, the physicality of the act relieving a little of his tension, but adding to his aggravation by the difficulty of the task.
Puzzled by his comment, Carly asked, “What? Why wouldn’t you? I thought you hated it here?” She handed him another coconut, setting aside the previously split one.
“I do hate it here, but that doesn’t mean I want to go back to our old life either. You know I don’t have a job waiting for me, my brother hasn’t talked to me since I took that hundred bucks, and your brother won’t stop talking to me no matter how hard I try to blow him off. He always has to add one more thing about that stupid Jesus he’s so in love with. It’s always ‘God loves you’ and ‘He has a plan for your life’.” Jason threw his hands up disgustedly and stared into the sky. “Was ditching us on this forsaken pile of sand part of your plan ‘Oh Great One!’”
“Is everything okay over here?” a gentle voice intruded on Jason’s semi-private ranting. Sean had been replacing some thatching on a hut when he heard the shouting. It would go against his nature to ignore the pain he sensed in Jason’s voice, being a missionary before their recent plight.
“Oh great! Now it’s preacher boy’s clone’s turn!” Jason tried to walk off, but Carly stood in his way, her thin sun burned arms braced against his chest, a silent prayer in her heart, hoping that maybe Sean could accomplish what her brother and so many others could not.
“Jason, just listen to him for a minute. He’s only trying to help. Remember, we’re all stuck here. Don’t make any more enemies than you already have.” She spoke in a hushed maternal-like voice, causing Jason to reluctantly turn around.
“Make it fast preacher boy. Some of us have work to do!” Jason said raising his voice as he spoke, directing the last comment to Todd, who was sitting by the bonfire with his injured limb propped on a piece of the ships debris.
“ It may be hard to believe-” Sean’s sentence was abruptly cut off as panicked cries came from the tropical foliage. Panting for breath, Jenny ran to the safety of camp. Moments later, natives emerged, spears in hand and faces painted an array of colors. Jason had never known such fear, not only for his own life but even more for Carly’s.
Sean stepped forward and began speaking a language the natives clearly recognized; they laid down their spears at once. As he earnestly continued, tears came to their eyes and several fell prostrate to the ground. Jason’s heart may not have been ready to believe before, but now he knew there must be a God, no one else could have planned this!
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