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Over the next week, the thirty survivors worked feverishly on building a raft. They managed to cut down palm trees and saw wood with the makeshift tools Jimmy had invented. By the end of the seventh day it was ready. Everyone marveled at it.

The raft was sitting on the shore of the beach. It was not so much a raft as a primitive boat. It was around twenty feet long and fifteen feet wide. It was in two sections. One section was a bedroom. In it was all the food, water, firewood, lighters, and clothing needed. It had a couple of blankets and pillows. That part of the raft had a ceiling.

The other half of the raft was just that, a raft. It was a floor made of wood. This did not have a ceiling so they could signal a plane with a fire or mirror. In the middle of this part of the raft was a rubber mat kept down with rocks. This was for a signal fire.

"Well, the wind is favorable. We should ship out now," Jimmy told everyone. They had yet to discuss who was going on the raft. Jimmy turned to Cindy, who just nodded her head. He grabbed her hand and began to walk onto the boat, but Nick blocked their way.

"Jimmy, you can't go on this thing," Nick told him.

"Move," Jimmy sternly instructed.

"We need you here. You're too important for you to risk your life out in the ocean," Nick said.

"If anyone is going to die, it will be me," Jimmy solemnly shot back. He was still feeling incredibly guilty about Carl's death.

"And me," Cindy said. She was feeling just as guilty as Jimmy.

Jimmy tried to step forward, but Nick wouldn't let him. "Do what's best for them, not for you," Nick told him.

Jimmy looked around at his fellow survivors. He let out a deep sigh. "Fine. But then who will go?"

"Me, of course," Nick said.

"This isn't a game, Nick. There's a good chance you'll die out there," jimmy reminded him.

Nick just laughed a little. "Jimmy, if anyone deserves to die on this island, it's me."

Jimmy nodded his head. "Good luck," Jimmy said as he started walking back to the others, still holding Cindy's hand. But she wasn't moving.

"I'm still going," Cindy told him.

"No, you're not," Jimmy said.

"Since when do you control what I do?" she angrily demanded.

Jimmy pulled her away from the crowd. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm not telling you not to go, I'm begging you," he said as fell to his knees. "You are the only thing that is worth living for. That raft, it's like suicide. I was stupid to ask you to come with me, it was wrong. But I just wanted to be with you. If something happens to you, I just couldn't go on. I'll never be able to lead here if I'm worrying about you. I love you, Cindy. Please, don't leave me," he begged.

Cindy was amazed to see Jimmy starting to cry. "Ok, I won't go."

Jimmy smiled and stood up. He gave her a huge hug and deeply kissed her. "Thank you," he whispered into her ear.

They went back over to the crowd surrounding the raft. "I'll go alone. There's no need for two people to risk their lives. Besides, the food and water will last longer if there's only one person," Nick told him.

Jimmy nodded and walked up to Nick. "Take this," he said while handing him a large mirror. "Signal a plane or ship with it. And remember, anything can be an S.O.S. as long as it comes in threes."

Nick nodded his head. The two boys stared at each other for a moment. They were both so different, yet so much alike. One craved to lead, the other just wanted to follow. Yet they would do anything to save their friends. Nick outstretched his hand, which Jimmy shook.

"Good luck," Jimmy said.

"See on the other side, Jimmy," he said.

Everyone worked together and pushed the raft off the beach and into the ocean. They all stared as it slowly disappeared into the horizon.