Paper Box

Chapter XIV

Standing up in the crystalline water, Joe noticed, now that the monstrous migraine was gone, he finally, realizing where he was, was looking around, scanning the beautiful sight of the water and the coral reef not five feet away from him. Tiny multicolored fish of all diversity darted in and out of the various colored corals. Joe waded slowly over to the tidal pool forest, observing the beauty from a closer angle. There were starfish, shellfish, sea urchins, sea snails, etc. Well, at least the insanity had subsided. This beauty had masked the mental breakdown. Then, he...he heard it. It was...he couldn't describe it. It was a heavenly noise. It was...it...was a helicopter. A...coast guard helicopter. Joe panicked. He went into a fathomless, fanatic, panic. He sprinted towards his hut, adrenaline pumping through his every vein, the one mission and picture of that mission: a flare in his hut that he had found on the yacht besides the blanket. He threw aside the box, spilling out the dozen packs of paper. Then he found it wedged in the sand. He sprinted back towards the beach. He stabbed the flare into the ground, after igniting it, and the green smoke started pouring out of the small, red, circular tube, after the red flame that had responded to the ignition. Then he started acting instinctively, letting his gut take over. He swung his arms madly, screeching the only words that might save him: HELP. He realized his voice was hoarse, but he didn't have one care. The helicopter was going fast, but didn't seem to notice him. No, no, no, no! Don't leave! I need you! "Save me!" He watched as the helicopter sailed across the clouds, suddenly popping out of view. His only chance was gone. Joe sank to his knees, wondering if he would ever get the chance to leave this island again. He placed his face in his palms, cried until the sun went down, and sank back to the melancholy suffering of his endless island torture, the tears of yearning and sadness silently sliding down his face. And one question stuck on his mind: will I ever get home?

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