A Place Called Home

I Just Had a Feeling

Fujiko was small. About half the size of the island Tamara had built. It took a while, but we found the map, which was located in a dark tunnel. The map was covered in blue and green labeled blobs. Each blob was split up into sections, which what I'm guessing are countries. Canada was one of the biggest. Great. It was a little challenging but we located a tiny area off to the side of Canada named Alaska. That is our "home". We had been on the raft travelling blindly while I was trying to locate where exactly we currently were on the map of the world. Emma propped down beside me and helped me search. We eventually found Fujiko, which was off the coast of Japan. All there was left was open seas until we reached Alaska. Finally, some good news!

"All righty, guys. All we have left is open seas until Alaska!" I announced. A few small cheers were met to my news. "And it looks like we are on the right track."
Maya and Kolby nodded and continued to row the boat with two tree bark sticks we gathered on Fujiko. I sat down an unwrapped the bandages from my wounded arm. The claw marks were pretty much healed- just scars and small scratches left. I rolled the bloodied bandage up and threw it into the ocean. Red blotches appeared in the water around the gauze. I laid down on the warm wood and closed my eyes. I hadn't slept in at least two days. I drifted off into a deep sleep almost instantly.

I awoke to the sound of splashing and gasping for air, as if someone was drowning. I ripped open my eyes and saw a figure swimming towards out boat. I couldn't make out who it was, for it was at least 1am and everything was pitch black. The only source of light was the moon and the stars starring down at me. I looked around the raft to see if anyone else was awake, then focused my vision back to the splashing figure. It was close now, and I could make out that it was a girl with short, black and curly hair.
"Help!" she screamed. Her forehead was coated with blood on the left side. I recognized this girl from a dream I had. Her name was Naomi and she was my friend. I jotted back to reality and stumbled over to the edge of the boat.
"Take my hand." I ordered. The girl took my hand and pulled herself onto the boat.
"Is your name Naomi?" I blurted. The girl shot me a strange glance.
"Yes, and how would you know?"
"I just... had a feeling."