“Land ho!” Aaron cried excitedly, startling Phillip, who’s half-asleep at the back of their dingy.
Phillip groaned and lifted his straw hat from his face. “Dude, what are you? A pirate?”
Aaron pointed at the island and looked at Phillip. “Tell me you’re not glad.”
Phillip pretended to think. “Okay, I’m not glad.”
“What?” Aaron shrieked.
“Dude, we’ve been drifting in this damn thing for five days. We have no food and now we’re landing on some remote island in the middle of the ocean. So tell me why I should be glad.”
“Man, just look at it. This island’s got to have everything we need.” He said optimistically and handed Phillip an oar. “Come on, let’s get to shore.”
Phillip saluted, “Aye, Captain Brightside,” and began paddling.
On their second day on the island, as they settled themselves on a log, several squirrels skewered on the spit before them, they heard a rustle behind them. Aaron jumped. “What’s that?”
“It’s probably nothing.” Phillip muttered as he felt a sharp pain shooting up his every nerve and cutting off his breath.