It’s not like I really expected a breakfast sandwich, but at least something.
Hank sits up and gestures toward the water. “I’m not sure, but I might see another small island beyond us. West. And I spotted two boats, both quite far away and in opposite directions. Although it’s hard to see far with this haze.”
He wipes at his forehead, and I see the grim reality on his face.
“Damn,” I say.
Hank continues, purposeful. “This island doesn’t look to be more than a half a mile long, small enough to explore. If there really is no one here, we’ll make a fire and send a distress signal. Someone will quickly notice it.”
I pull the lighter from my pocket. “Good thing I came prepared!”
“Small blessings.” He nods seriously to himself. I can tell he’s discouraged, but like me, he’s putting on his brave face.
“Should we make a proper plan?” he asks.
“Let’s do it,” I agree.
