Fonnaxa Island

Day Three

           I awoke from another nightmare… when I was trying to escape they grabbed my ankles and dragged me into the fiery black hole…. But when I opened my eye, I saw something that I wasn't expecting to see, Anderson… one of the crew members from the ship… his face, oh god his face is going to haunt my nightmares for the rest of my life… the right side of his face is so disfigured its like burnt melted cheese and his right arm is almost completely chared….. ¨A- Anderson..?¨ I could see his eyes widen and he booked it, he stole my phone and some of my food; I ran after him, my boat dragging behind me, I think that I woke the foxes because the next thing I know, the Mama fox chases after Anderson, eventually we chase him into a clearing that leads to a bay and a small boat is in the bay; suddenly a cold chill runs down my spine as the Mama fox pounces on Andersen, going for his neck… I hear him howl in pain as the Mother fox rips thru his neck, his screams die in his throat as she violently rips out his vocal cords…..”d- dear god!” I look on with awe, watching Anderson's crimson blood spill into the grass, staining it. The Mama fox happily pranced over to me, Anderson's bag in her mouth, “Hey sweet Mama, that's a lot of blood on your mouth..” I said as I crouched down and stroked her silky soft fur, ¨lets get you cleaned up…¨ I took Anderson´s backpack from her mouth and wet one of the cloth bandages with some of the water from the bay, using it to clean the blood from the Mama foxes snout. I take one of big flat scallop shells that i got from the beach out of my backpack and use it to start digging a hole in the ground, then I limp over to Anderson, dragging his silent corpse into the hole… I fill the hole up with dirt, I use two of my sticks and some wisteria to make a cross gravemarker, stabbing it into the ground where I buried Anderson. I collect everything that he tried to steal and walks back towards the forest, dialing Ashton´s number; letting out a sigh of relief when he picks up, ¨Ashton! Its me, Dad! Call your grandfather and have him track this phone, alright? Love you kiddo.. bye…¨ I take a deep breath and sit in my boat, plucking a fresh apple from one of the trees and throwing the foxes some fish as I do so. After what feels like an hour a helicopter lands in the grassy area of the bay, “Ainsley!” I heard my Dad's voice yell and I limp back out, “Dad!” My son Ashton gasped and ran towards me, I honestly wasn't expecting him to come…. My family helps me climb into the helicopter and the two foxes follow, “get my agent on the phone, i'm buying this island…” My son quickly nods and gets right to it.