Michael's POV

I hated Eve's plan, especially when she insisted that I bite her after Shane and Claire had gone.

"Eve—."

"Michael, please." Eve said.

"But what about your food, you guys are looking after me…"

"Well," Eve said. "One: were about to go and look for some now and two: you could go fishing for us."

"Im flattered to be your fisherman." I said in a sarcastic tone.

"Michael," She said. "Please."

"Dammit Eve."

"Don't worry, it won't be me next time." She said.

"Eve," I sighed. "That's not funny."

"Just drink you ass."

"Fine…" I groaned and hesitantly sunk my fangs into her neck.

I was feeling much better after that, but I still felt guilty. Eve needed to eat something to get her strength back so I went 'fishing' for something and ended up bring back a crab, pretty big at that.

Eve yelped and tumbled backwards when she saw me come back with it.

"What the fuck is that?" She squeaked.

"Dinner." I said, poking its legs. Then I smiled to myself and put it on the floor (it was already dead) and picked up its pincers. "Hello Eve." I said in a funny voice.

She started to laugh then went into hysterics, she folded over clutching her stomach and fell to the floor.

"Damn Eve, too early to die yet." Shane said coming out from the forest brushing his hand on his jeans.

"Where's Claire?" I asked checking behind him just in case.

"Chill, man, she's in the sea."

"… In the sea?" Eve asked when she finally recovered.

"Yeh, she stepped on something weird." Shane said.

"Bro," I said. "Did you find some kind of drug?"

"Yeh," Eve replied. "The outdoors."

"Damn girl, harsh." Shane said narrowing his eyes.

"Come on let's get back to Claire." I said.

I would have been more worried about Claire being on her own, if it was Morganville. Which it wasn't, chill Mikey. There's nothing out here that could hurt her, nothing except you.

Shane's POV

Claire was standing there, frozen in place staring at something.

"Claire?" I asked putting my arm round her waist.

She didn't look away from… whatever she was looking at. So I followed her eye line and saw a boat, well a boat wouldn't quite cut it. It was small at all, it was huge! Not a ferry or a cruise ship, like a pirate ship but without all the make believe pirate stuff.

"Omg, Michael do you see that?" I said pointing to the boat.

"Yeh maybe we could call for help, it's not far." He said.

Claire suddenly turned round staring at me in horror.

"What, what did I say?" I asked.

"No," She whispered. "No please, please don't."

"Don't do what?" Eve asked.

"Don't get the boat, please." Claire said taking a step back.

"Claire, sweetie," Eve said trying to reach for her but Claire took another step back. "We need to get off the island and there's a boat."

"No please Eve, you have to understand. Not that boat, any other boats are fine, but please not that one."

"Why what wrong with it?" Michael asked, squinting his eyes to get a closer look.

"Please." Claire said then ran off into the forest.

"What was all that about?" I asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Michael said. "Come on if we get a fire started, big enough to get noticed, maybe they'll see it."

"Didn't you hear her?" Eve said.

"Yeh, she's freaked out about a boat." I said.

"God, you guys are so insensitive!"

"That's because were guys, hence the word guy!" I said.

"You saw how freaked out she was!" Eve said crossing her arms. When we didn't answer she threw her hands up in frustration and went to follow Claire.

I shrugged and said. "Let's get started."

Eve's POV

How could they be so dumb! Claire was clearly freaked about that boat, and that boat in particular.

I found Claire sitting down next to a tree.

"Claire Bear?" I said putting a hand on her shoulder.

She jumped and turned around. Her eyes were red and there were tear trails down her cheeks. "CB," I said wiping them away. "What was that? You totally freaked, the guys are still trying to attract the boat though."

"No," She whispered gripping my wrist. "Eve they can't, please stop them. We can't get on that boat, not ever!"

"Then tell me why, I can stop them if I have a reason. CB you need to trust me on this. What is it that's so bad about the boat?"

"It's," She took a deep breath, wiped her eyes and got serious. "It's my dad."

"W-What?" I gasped. "How do you know?"

"That's my dad's ship. When my mom and dad split up he forced me to choose, my mom didn't care so I picked her. You always pick the one that doesn't make you choose right?" She asked all I could do was nod. "My dad completely flipped and went mental he took me with him to buy a ship and said: "If you ever see this ship again, you know it's the end." Eve, I can't put everyone in danger because of me! This is all my fault, first the portal then my dad!"

"No," I said giving her a hug. "None of this is your fault honey, come on we'll go stop the boys." Then I took her hand and helped her up.

Claire's POV

We got back onto the beach and saw that Shane and Michael where adding more bamboo to the fire they'd created.

"Stop!" Eve screeched which made both boys turn round in amazement. "Put the damn fire out now!"

"Make us!" Shane challenged.

Michael held up his hand to Shane. "Whats got into you all of a sudden, first Claire now you." He said.

"Dammit, you guys don't know!" She said.

"Know what?" Shane said, dropping the tough guy act.

"Claire…" Eve said turning towards me, she said something else but I wasn't listening. The boat! The boat was turning and heading this direction.

Eve stopped saying whatever it was and turned to what I was looking at.

She gasped and slapped both hands over her mouth. "No." She whispered turning back to Claire. "Claire Bear im so sorry."

"Whats happening?" Shane demanded. Then he turned back round to the sea. "Isn't that good, that were getting on a boat and leaving this damned island?"

"Claire go back into the forest," I said. "Hide in there, don't come out, I'll come and find you!"

"No!" I cried. "I can't leave you, this is all my fault. I… I have to put it right."

"Claire," She said. "What are you thinking? Don't do anything stupid."

"Eve," I whispered. "Im sorry but this is my problem, none of yours."

"Dammit, what the hell's going on?" Shane yelled.

"Shane, Michael, im so sorry." I whispered, more to myself than them.

The boat was close to the island now, but it'd stopped. There was a small boat being rowed to shore and sure enough my dad was sat in the middle.