This is just a short story I've been thinking about since Sully sailed away. Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. If I did this would be shown as a short clip on the website ;)
Sully's long trip through the Tropics had been short lived. He had been fine, traveling from Washington to the Gulf. That's when it went downhill. The winds had been thrown off and from what he could tell a hurricane was coming. Land was nowhere nearby. He would have to wait out the storm and hope that it passed by. His hopes were low.
Twelve Days Later
Sully lay stranded, his head spinning on an island some where in the Gulf of Mexico. The island was uninhabited and low on food and vegetation. He knew he wouldn't survive long here. There had been only one thing he could find other then his shipwrecked boat and some sparse vegetation. A volleyball.
Booth was right.
The last part is a reference to when Booth says that Sully will be stranded with a volleyball in the Boneless Bride in the River episode. Most of you probably got that, just thought I'd clarify for those who didn't. Hope this gave you laugh, please R&R.