Cedar Sentinel 2013-2014 Issues April 2014: Volume 47 Issue 6 | Page 18

Merciless Ocean part 4 of 6
William Herlihey

The sun shimmers on the water as the sun
sets. Just like my mood, the sun is a reflection off
the surface of the ocean. All my emotions are being
pointed in one direction. I feel trapped in my own
body, a prisoner to the island that could very well
bring my death. I take in a deep breath, letting
the salty air fill my lungs. I look down at my ankle,
and regret tingles my bones with an unpleasant
shiver. Why would that man place a tracking device on me? I already decided to complete his stupid mission. I look over to Joshua, the young man
rowing the boat that I sit in. I could push him over
the edge of the boat. Then, I could row the boat to
the island and use the rebels to turn on Dr. Craft.
No, that wouldn’t work. I’m thinking too big. I
need to assess this situation on a more micro level.

whole thing. I bite my lip. I won’t cry, not here,
and not now. Not in the middle of the ocean, a
prisoner to a man I don’t know, my parents dead,
headed for an island where I could get killed.
It’s a really sticky situation to be in, trust me.

As we approach the island, I stand up and
shoulder my backpack on. I pick up the pistol
and jackknife that Dr. Craft provided and stand
at the front, next to Joshua. The current pulls
the boat onto the shore. I look back at the fading shape of the large boat I came from. Once
the boat hits the sand, I leap out of it and race
for the trees. Surely they will keep me safe.
“Have fun, and good luck,” Joshua calls out to
me.

“We’re almost there,” Joshua calls.
“Thanks,” I say dryly while running.
“What fun,” I say sarcastically.
“Tell Dr. Craft I said hi.”
“Just take it one step at a time,” Joshua says.
“You’ll be fine.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. “Are you saying
that I’m on my own?”
“Yes,” Joshua says. “We can’t just go in there
with guns blazing and mow them down. Tarryn.
Your job is to find them, not destroy them from
within. Besides, I already attempted this mission
a couple months ago. They’ll recognize me.”

My stomach turns as I contemplate this

“I sure will,” Joshua says as he pulls out and
steers it away.
“Uh-huh.”

I hike into the jungle at night. It’s not the safest idea, but if I run into the ‘rebels’ they will most
likely be sleep. I can’t see. That doesn’t bother
me though. There isn’t much to see here anyways.
I look back, hearing the faint roar of the ocean as I
prepare to risk my life for a man I don’t know or trust.

HAWAII