The Island, Chapter 13_(0)
Author’s Note, Part 2: Apologies in advance, but this was inevitable. The story demanded it. Hold off on the angry comments until the next chapter comes out. Chapter 13 I arrived at the beach just after the sun had gone down. Most people had eaten already, and I scraped together a tray of food (we were using the airline trays for their intended purpose—I personally felt the food on the island was better than the stuff on the plane) and thanked the neo-hippies for their cooking. I plopped down on the sand. I was just finishing when Joelle appeared. “Dave! There you are. Where have you been?” “I was exploring in the jungle,” I said. Several jungles my mind supplied giddily. “I got a little tied up.” I managed to keep a straight face. “Anything …