Stranded on a deserted island

seting up camp

The wind slowly pushed us along. As we talked, I discovered Eric was into lacrosse. For about an hour there was nothing but blue motionless sea. My throat felt very dry.

“I see land!” Eric exclaimed. I turned. Sure enough, a large island stood before us. We quickly set up a shelter by digging a hole and laying the door on top. Next, we very

quickly cracked open coconuts on rocks and laid them out in bowl-like shapes, in case it rained. Occasionally, planes would pass by, but they did not notice us, given our

lack of a signal. Suddenly, Eric grabbed a piece of wood and began smashing the ground, flinging dirt into the air. “What is going on?” I asked. “Look!” Then, in perfect

unison, we said, “Black Widow Spider!” I then also grabbed a piece of wood and began smashing. We weren’t alone…