Literature
The Island Part 1
The Boat:
The early morning sun was still weak and the air was comfortably warm, but it wouldn't stay that way for long. Another swelteringly hot day beckoned. The locals knew it and were up and about getting their chores done, while the tourists lounged about in their beds, sleeping off the previous nights excesses. When I saw Chrissy, I threaded my way through the tables and chairs of the less than half full outdoor dining area of our hotel to where she sat looking out at the sea.
"There you are, early bird," I said, and pulled out the chair and sat opposite her at the small table.
She looked up and smiled wanly at me. "Hey, girl! Where'