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BREE WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING WHEN SHE FELT SOMEONE NUDGE HER SHOULDER. She stirred and slowly opened her eyes to see JJ kneeling over her with wide eyes. She furrowed her eyebrows as she heard him say. "B, there's a plane. Get up."
"What?" she asked with a confused expression, and this time, he just pointed up. She followed his finger and saw a small object flying above them. She was so shocked and excited that she practically sprung up and grabbed his arm. Pope and Cleo took off to light the bonfire, and Kie was helping John B and Sarah yell at the plane on the beach.
"Hey! Hey, we're over here! Over here! Hey! We're right here!" they shrieked, and the brunette girl raced down to join them with the blonde boy at her heels. "Over here! Hey! We're over here! Hey!"
They all watched in disappointment as the plane continued to fly its path without slowing down or stopping to help them. Just as they were about to give up, the vehicle turned around. Kie shouted, "He see us. Guys, guys, he sees us."
"He's gonna go to the pond. Come on, come on," the Routledge boy informed them, and they grabbed Pope and Cleo before sprinting across the island to the pond as they watched the plane land. Once they got there, the vehicle was on the ground, and they all breathed out a sigh of relief.
A man stepped out of the plane as they cheered for him. He had long hair pulled back in a ponytail and sunglasses. He looked like your average fishing plane pilot. He smiled at them as he leaned on the side of the plane. "Well, what do we got here?"
"You know, just some castaways," John B joked, gesturing around to the seven of them.
"Well, I'll cross that off the grocery list," the man said before going to step back into the plane. They all looked worried for a second that he was just going to leave them there until he spoke. "Uh, hang on. I got just the thing for y'all. Just one second." He grabbed some things and held it up for them to see before tossing it to them. "Two things you need on a deserted island. First aid and rum! Incoming!" Bree caught the alcohol while Pope grabbed the first aid kit. Why would he give them that if he was going to fly them out of there? "Hey, here you go. So what's the story? You guys sank a boat?"
