The Islanders – Part 2

TE_TI_LogoHer head finally came to the surface. Brent had gone under to get her, and he put her on the raft to let her get some air.

“Oh God, honey,” Brent said. “I’m sorry.” His voice wavered when he talked, like he was close to crying.

Cathy was still choking on water, but she managed to say, “It’s okay. I’m alright.”

Brent helped her up on deck and then wrapped a towel around her. After she stopped choking he just held her and kept saying, “Oh God, I’m so sorry.”


For dinner they ate the fish everyone caught. Lance cooked it on a small barbecue that he had found in the galley. They cooked and at the fish on deck. Cathy told everyone how Brent was playing “shark” and almost drowned her.

After the fire had dwindled down and only the coals were glowing, Kevin took Candy aside. “I love you, Candy,” he said. “I love you, too, Kevin,” Candy said. “Candy, I love you and I want to to marry me. Will you?” he asked. “Oh, yes, Kevin, I …” Candy began. “Shhh,” Kevin said. “Don’t say anything else. Just take this.” Kevin pulled a small, black, velvet, ring box from his pocket. He opened it and inside was a silver ring with five diamonds across the top.

“Oh Kevin,” Candy gasped. “It’s beautiful.” She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Then she stepped back and put out her finger and Kevin slipped the ring on it.

“Just think,” she said. “In a while you’ll be doing that and we’ll be married.”


Cathy and Brent were also standing by the rail of the ship. Brent just looked and looked at the water.

“Brent, what’s the matter?” Cathy asked.

“I just can’t get it out of my mind that I could have killed you today.”

“But honey,” she said. “I’m alive and I’m okay.”

“I know. But I shouldn’t have been fooling around like that.”

It doesn’t matter now,” Cathy told him. “I’m not dead. Besides, I should have known you were going to do something like that.”

“No,” he said. “It’s my fault and I just can’t get it out of my head.”

“I can,” she said.

“You can what?” he asked.

“I can get it out of your head,” she answered.

“How?” he asked.

“Like this,” she answered, as she pulled him close and kissed him.

“Wow,” he said. “Next time I have to forget anything, I’ll come to you.” And he put his arm around her and they went to take a walk and forget about her almost drowning.


Stephanie and Darrel were up on the bridge. “Zero four one nine, all clear,” Darrel said into the microphone of the shortwave radio.

“What is your location?” came a staticky voice.

“Longitude eighty-seven, latitude twelve,” Darrel replied.

“Ten four, zero four one nine,” said the voice.

“Ten four,” said Darrel as he hung up the microphone.

Darrel looked at the view from the bridge. “Isn’t it great,” he said to Stephanie.

“Yes,” Stephanie said. “And so are you.”

“You’re only saying that,” laughed Darrel, “Because it’s true.”

“You’re so modest,” Stephanie said, taking a playful slap at him.

“And you’re beautiful,” he said, taking her hand and looking into her beautiful blue eyes.

“You’re only saying that because it’s true,” Stephanie said.

“You know,” Darrel said. “You’re starting to sound like me.”

“That’s because I love you,” Stephanie told him.

“Darrel took her in his arms and said in almost a whisper, “I love you, too.” Then he kissed her ever so tenderly on her baby-soft lips.


The wind was blowing harder that night. It was cold and the only people on deck were Brent and Steve.

“It looks like we’re gonna have a storm,” Brent said.

“A bad one, too,” Steve agreed. “Look at those clouds.” He pointed to the wesy where a bunch of black thunderheads were rolling in.

“Do you think we should dock somewhere?” Brent asked.

“No,” Steve said. “These tropical storms pass quick. And this ship can take it.”

“The girls are gonna be disappointed,” Brent said. “They were going to throw and engagement party on the deck for Kevin and Candy.”

“Well,” said Steve. “It might not start raining ’till tomorrow night.”

Brent didn’t say anything. He still thought they should dock the ship. These storms were quick, but they were bad.

“It’s getting late,” Brent said. “I’m going in.”

“Okay Brent, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Brent didn’t go to his cabin. He went to Darrel and Stephanie’s cabin. The lights were on so he knocked on the door.

To be continued ….

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4 Responses to The Islanders – Part 2

  1. zarahruth says:

    For whatever reason, out of all of this (which I am LOVING), it’s this bit that’s got me creased up at my desk:

    ““Longitude eighty-seven, latitude twelve,” Darrel replied.

    “Ten four, zero four one nine,” said the voice.

    “Ten four,” said Darrel as he hung up the microphone.”

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  2. Katie says:

    The part that made me laugh out loud? “they went to take a walk and forget about her almost drowning.” It’s so unwittingly passive-aggressive in it’s tidiness. Just perfect.

    Like

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