Ben, Dylan and Gerry’s journals
Last day of trip (before rescue)
Ben’s POV: I’m weak, tired and hungry all because of this lonesome Island. If dad hadn’t decided to go to Bermuda, we wouldn’t have lost him and we would probably be home by now. I doled out the last of our food and water mostly to Dylan, but Gerry as well. Dylan needs the food to heal his leg, and I wouldn’t want him to get dehydrated either. If Gerry doesn’t have nourishment he might fall ill, because he’s young and frail. I’m so hungry but I need to suck it up and concentrate on more important things, like taking the dinghy out to go find help.
Dylan’s POV: The world is spinning because my head hurts so much. Gerry is rubbing his wet blankie against my check, and surprisingly it feels soothing and cold like an icepack. My leg is different I can’t move it and if I even touch it a splitting pain rushes through me making my headache worse. I think it’s infected beyond our cure, which is why Ben is leaving to seek help. I wish him luck on his journey.
Gerry’s POV: I love how the ocean is calm and a deep, mysterious blue. Soon Ben will go explore out there, alone. The fish aren’t in any pools today, the sea grapes are almost gone except for some sour tiny ones, the water machine isn’t working right and Dylan has the only spot on the whole island with any shade. I want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I want Dylan to feel better, I want Ben to stop crying and I want to go home.
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