Hang on.
Hang on.
Please, hang on.
We wouldn’t have survived this long if not for Susa. She was on watch the night we found the island. She grabbed extra bottles of water from the plane as she escaped with Connie, and she coordinated our water collection efforts even in the life raft.
Let’s back up—shesavedConnie’s life. She got Connie’s emergency oxygen mask on her, got her out of the plane, and put her in a life vest. That’s pretty damn heroic, right there.
Susa’s the one who heard the waves breaking on this little island and alerted the rest of us. She was the first to spot the crabs that also inhabited this tiny spit. She suggested the water collector once we were here.
We are literallyalive because of Susa.
And now she’s the one who spotted the ship’s lights.
Likehellwill I let her give up with our rescue so damn close.
If there are such things as ghosts, I know Ellen would haunt me to hell and back if I let Susa give up now after she saved the rest of us.
And for the rest of my life, I will owe Susa a debt I’ll never be able to repay. She and her men will forever havemy friendship and loyalty, that’s for damn sure.
Once I consider someone “mine,” be it as family or friend, I consider them mine forever.
I’m not a man who casually discards people.
And there’s not many lengths I won’t go to protect them once they’re mine.
