Ariena
The darkness engulfed me, embracing and wrapping around me like a wool blanket. I sighed and tried to snuggle closer into my unconscious state, but was bewildered when the distinct smell of salt water hit my senses. Then the memories began flooding back: a storm, a fire, and the relentless ocean. Was it a dream? As I pushed my way back to consciousness, nausea rolled in my stomach and I felt like I was gasping for air. I had to get control of myself before someone saw me acting foolish, I thought; steadying my breathing. Little by little, I began to open my eyes against the blazing sun. I couldn’t sit up, not yet anyway, but from the feel of the sand under my palm I am now aware that I wasn’t on a boat anymore.
Dylan
Had I drank too much again? Or had that petite Asian drugged me as I fear she would’ve. Women, I scoffed, immediately trying to sit up, they can’t get enough of me. Instead of a bed, I was in sand, and instead of standing, I turn to the side to puke. What was wrong with me? I lay back down on the hot sand, not able to overcome the pain that was awakening in my body. It felt like I was boxing all night with professionals… no pads. I groaned once more and looked over, squinting at the sun in my eyes. “Impossible,” I thought I might’ve heard my self say aloud. I was on an island surrounded by water and no civilization in sight. I had a gut feeling I was screwed.


