Susan watched the flames dance lightly over the logs, illuminating the sand and four other people sat around it. Pratt was telling a story from when he was in high school, something about a trip wire and an up tight teacher. She was only half listening though. She couldn't stop thinking about Chuck and their baby. He was probably scared out of his mind right now and had probably already tried to highjack an air ambulance to come and find her. She smiled at this thought, thinking of the face he pulled when he was trying to be serious. To her he always looked kind of constipated.
Susan buried her toes a little deeper in the sand. She was still a bit hungry, all they had had to eat were a few only just ripe coconuts and a bit of a granola bar Luka had found in a pocket of his bag. But they had plenty of water and they boys had been assuring themselves over 'dinner' that they could construct a crude yet effect fishing device made out of sticks and a few socks.
Even though it wasn't a cold evening, there was a nip in the air that made her wish she'd grabbed her bag before bailing out, the sweat top inside would come in real handy round about now. But every one wished that. Greg was complaining of the fact that he'd have to wear the same pair of clothes for a few days, at which Jing-Mei had shot him a withering look.
All in all, their predicament wasn't as bad as it could be. They had all made it safely, with only a few cuts and scrapes. They had fresh water and shelter, and knew it was only a matter of time before they were found.
Of all of them, Luka and Carter were coping best. They both saw it as more of a holiday. Carter had said earlier that it was like Africa, only without the sick patients and civil war and everything, to which Luka cut in, "Yes, because this is apparently an uninhabited island and the Congo's a huge country full of people in the middle of Africa, so the only likeness this has to Africa is the possibility of Malaria and the weather. Yes John it's exactly the same." John had scowled, "You know what I mean."
Susan looked back at the fire, watching the wood being eaten away by the orange and yellow tongues.
"You okay?" Abby asked as she sat next to her.
"Yeah, just missing Chuck and the baby." Abby smiled.
"Don't worry, you'll be home before you know it. We'll be found soon enough."
"If we get found. You never know, we could be stranded here for the rest of our lives." Susan was only joking, but deep down there was a sense of worry.
"True, but we may also have to ensure our tribes survival for generations to come." Muttered Abby, raising her eyebrow.
"Oh, so we're a tribe are we?" Susan laughed.
"Tribe, clan whatever. So say we did have to populate this island, who would you choose as your ... mate?"
"Well I think Pratt's spoken for, he and Jing-Mei are, well you know, so that leaves Luka and Carter. Which ones better?" She asked looking at Abby.
"Why ask me?" Abby squeaked.
"Well you did date both of them. If I'm choosing my life partner here I wanna know I got the best deal." Abby didn't say anything for a moment.
"I'm gonna go talk to Luka, he looks a bit lonely." She smiled smugly, escaping Susan's question.
"Oh fine so I'm stuck with Carter then." Susan smiled.
"Maybe," Abby shrugged. "Maybe not."
sorry it's taken ages to upload. i've got 2 exams next week that actually count so their pilling on revision hmwk. any hoo, next intallment coming on soon, maybe even today, so enjoy and keep reviewing my slaves, i mean devouted and much cherished readers. :D