𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | RAFE CAMERON

S3 | Twenty nine | L O N E L Y

8 months later - for the plot

  From the very beginning it was always Kooks and Pogues. Some people with everything. And some with nothing. That's the way it's always been. And that's how they wanna keep it. Some people make the best of it. And some people fight against it.

The Merchant gold was apart of that. For my father, my brother, and me and my son. The treasure was my way out. But at some point you kind of have to wonder... was the treasure an escape? Or was it a trap?

Poguelandia. Is what we're calling the islands we have been stranded on for four weeks. JJ named it. It's not like I had a vote in that anyway.

He made a flag with a chicken on it... in a coconut bra, smoking a joint, and he speared for fish with Kie every day. And Cleo nearly lost a toe and then Pope found out that you can make bandages out of fig leaves, so he did that for her, and then of course Kie knows all about leaves and herbs and plants and shit, and... they survived together.

I was alone.

There was no one on this land I could talk to. Can I really blame them? I admit I easily forgive Rafe like a mother does a child. In fact he's all I could think about all the time.

All I have is his ring, absolutely nothing else but this ring.

John B gathered wood and fruits for us to eat later. Sarah was weaving up something. I watched as JJ and Kie seemed to be enjoying their time here together. Pope and Cleo were practically best friends now. John B and Sarah, being a happy couple. Whenever I saw a shooting star I just wished that Rafe would come and find me, somehow.

Then one day we got lucky.

Kie suddenly let out a shrill cry, her arms flailing wildly. "There's a plane!" she yelled, her eyes shining with excitement.

I spun around, my heart racing, and that's when I saw it - a small, white plane flying low over the island. JJ sprang to life, joining Kie in her enthusiasm, and soon the rest of the Pogues were waving their arms, shouting, and whistling to get the pilot's attention.

Maybe, just maybe, we were going to get out of this place after all.

The plane circled around, and I could see the pilot peering out the window, his face scrunched up in concentration. Then, to our collective joy, the plane began its descent, landing on the sandy beach with a slight jolt.

The pilot, who introduced himself as Jimmy, a grizzled old man with a kind face, hopped out of the cockpit, a smile spreading across his face. "Well, well, well. Looks like you folks need a ride out of here!"

We rushed towards him, our gratitude palpable. Within minutes, we were piling into the small plane, whooping in excitement as we buckled ourselves in.

As the plane lifted off, I glanced out the window at the island we were leaving behind. I wouldn't miss this place.

-Rafes POV

Rafe stared at the open suitcase on the bed, folding clothes neatly as he meticulously placed them one by one into the luggage. Tommy, his now eight month old son, was sitting on the bed playing with his toys, babbling and giggling occasionally.

"Daddy's going on a trip, buddy," Rafe explained, glancing at his oblivious son. "Gotta sell this old cross thing and find your mom. We're gonna start a new life together. Just you wait and see."

Tommy looked up from his toys at the mention of his mother's name but didn't seem to fully comprehend what his father was saying.

"mama," Tommy mumbled.