Two hours later, there still hadn't been anymore noise from the jungle.
Joey finally gave up on the jet ski. The only way to even repair it was to have the right parts and tools. Leaning against it, holding his bad leg he slowly breathed in and out.
Finnegan meanwhile sat beside Trillian in the sand. It was freezing out and the wind was blowing past them as the waves crashed against the shore. Finnegan shook his head before laughing to himself.
"What's so funny?"
"My wife, she told me this job would kill me."
Trillian froze.
"Wait…your married?"
Finnegan looked over at her shrugging.
"Yeah so?"
Trillian couldn't believe it.
"You've been married this entire time!?"
"Fourteen years, why?"
Trillian slapped Finnegan across the face, he looked at her stunned.
"What was that for!?"
Joey across the way eyed them.
"You're a real sonofabitch, I thought you were different you now!"
Finnegan held up his hands again.
"Hey lady, all I know is I saved your butt back there."
Getting up, Trillian shot him a dirty look.
"Go to Hell!"
Walking away, she felt ashamed. Finnegan meanwhile simply shook his head before laying back in the sand. He wasn't in the mood for any more arguments.
Trillian stood on the beach, her arms crossed as tears fell down her face.
"You okay?"
A voice cracked from a few feet away. Looking over in the darkness she saw Joey sitting there, leaning against the jet ski.
Trillian slowly shook her head, tears rolling down her face. Another strong wind came, sending goose bumps down her arms.
"You cold?"
Trillian felt her teeth chatter before looking at him and nodding.
"Come here."
Trillian waited a second before sitting beside him. A few seconds later he peeled off his heavy jacket and put it over her shoulders.
"It's still pretty wet, sorry."
Trillian looked down nodding.
"Thank you."
The two sat together before Joey cleared his throat.
"Finnegan really isn't a bad guy, he's helped me out a lot over the years."
"And you knew he was married?"
Joey nodded, looking embarrassed.
"Sorry…guess I didn't really notice you had a thing for him."
Trillian crossed her arms.
"Not anymore, what an asshole."
Joey smirked.
"Well, if you ask me…he's the one loosing out."
Trillian faintly smiled before looking at him.
"You got a girl back home?"
Joey paused, his eyes filled with pain.
"My…my girlfriend Leila, she died."
"I'm sorry…when?"
"Last night."
"She was here?!"
Joey nodded.
"We helped run Finnegan's boat, we had only been going out for about a year…but…"
His voice broke up before Trillian's hand rested on his shoulder.
"It's okay…"
Joey shook his head.
"I guess we're really screwed huh?"
Trillian eyed the jungle again.
"Not yet, I hope…"
Just then, Joey hissed out in pain, holding his leg.
Trillian looked down.
"Jesus, your really hurt!"
"Yeah, that asshole Hanover shot me!"
Trillian looked down at his leg.
"We need to get you help!"
Joey looked up at Trillian, his hair hanging down like two big ears of a scared dog.
"Yeah sure, swim to the nearest hospital…I'll wait for you."
Rolling her eyes, Trillian kneeled down and took a look at his leg. It was a small bullet wound, in fact it didn't look as bad as she thought. Whatever gun made it, did little damage, still he needed medication attention before it got infected. Looking at the torn hole in the leg of his jeans, she saw he wrapped it up tight with a bandana. The blood was thinning. As she looked over his leg, Joey cleared his throat again.
"Please don't hold it against Finnegan, he's really a good guy."
Looking over her shoulder, she saw Finnegan laying back in the sand. She couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not. Turning back around she shook her head.
"I was the one being stupid and forward…"
Joey hissed out in pain before Trillian looked up.
"You okay?"
Slowly he nodded. Looking up, Trillian shook. Everything seemed so dark, the only sounds around them was the water.
"Do…do you think we'll die?"
Joey bit his bottom lip.
"The truth?"
Trillian shook her head.
"Never mind…"
"You should get some sleep, you look tired."
Trillian looked around, her heart was beating fast…she felt on edge and scared out of her mind. Somehow the creature in the ship wasn't nearly as bad. Whatever this thing was on the island…she had no idea what it looked like, or if it would get them in the night.
"I can't…"
"It's okay, I'll keep watch."
"You sure?"
Joey nodded.
Another wind blew, making Trillian shake. Looking over at Joey, she sat down beside him and tried to use their body warmth to make her drift off. Slowly Joey put his arm around her as she snuggled close. For the first time since yesterday…she felt safe. Shutting her eyes she sighed.
"Thanks Joey…"
"Don't mention it."
"I'm sorry about your girlfriend."
Joey sighed.
"Thanks."
Slowly, Trillian drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Trillian woke to the sound of Finnegan's voice. Opening her eyes, for a brief second she thought this entire thing had been one awful nightmare. That she was someplace safe, not stuck on this island.
Opening her eyes she squinted from the blinding sun.
Finnegan was standing a few feet away, smirking.
"You two enjoy your rest?"
Trillian felt how stiff her neck felt, looking around she saw she had been leaning against Joey the entire night. Taking his arm from around her, he made an awkward look towards Finnegan before they all fully woke up. Trillian felt ten times dryer, even though her jeans and jacket Joey threw over her felt damp. The blazing warm sun felt amazing on her skin.
Right away she looked towards the jungle.
"Any more sounds?"
Finnegan shook his head.
"Not a peep, but we can't stay here forever…we're gonna need food and water."
"You expect us to go in there?"
Trillian pointed in the direction from where the awful sounds had been coming from.
"Well we can't very much stay here forever."
"What if there's a search party…somebody has to been looking for us."
"What do you wanna start up smoke signals?"
"Better then risking suicide!"
Rolling his eyes, Finnegan put his hands on his hips before looking at Joey.
"How's that leg?"
Joey eyed it.
"Hurts like a bitch."
"You think you can walk?"
"Yeah…I'll be slow, but yeah."
"We shouldn't move him."
"Listen lady, we need to start acting fast…"
"My name isn't lady."
Trillian shot Finnegan a death stare while Joey slowly helped himself to stand. Leaning against the jet ski, he snapped his eyes out in pain before steadying himself.
"Listen man, maybe we should build a fire…or spell help out in rocks or something."
"Jesus Joey, do you know the chances of them finding us, this is an uncharted island!'
"Don't yell at him!"
Trillian snapped, standing beside Joey, right away out of instinct her hand slipped into his. Finnegan saw this before letting out a dry laugh.
"Oh that's just perfect…"
"DON'T MOVE!"
The three of them froze by the loud voice behind them. Slowly the three turned around.
There standing was a group of seven or so, mostly men. Two of which were on horses. They were dressed normal, in black. They looked American but had rich deep tanned color in their skin. The two on horses held shotguns, the rest had bow and arrows.
The three of them held up their hands.
"WHO ARE YOU?!"
One of them men screamed holding a buck knife.
Finnegan stepped forward.
"You saw the explosion the night before, didn't you?"
The men all eyed each other and spoke in low mutters. Finnegan kept still, while his hands were still raised.
"We were passengers on that ship, we're the only survivors."
Before he could say another thing, the awful roar came from the jungle again, shaking the ground. Trillian latched into Joey, nearly crying out. All of the men kept still unbothered.
Finnegan looked at them, his eyes serious.
"There was some creature that killed everyone, we think it's dead…but there could be more!"
The roar stopped, making a few stray birds from above fly away.
Then it came again, even louder.
"WHAT IS THAT THING?!"
Finnegan asked. Before there was an answer, one of the men stepped forward. In his hands it looked as though he had a smaller gun.
"Hey wait!'
Darts went into all three of them, before they could even move darkness washed over them.