When Rachel's boat back to her home two hours away crashes just thirty minutes away from her workplace, the terrifying Snow island, she becomes the sole survivor to an abandoned island. Sea stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions and R...
Although Rachel was angry, she laughed when she remembered about the 'I am a ghost' joke with John. He had told her he set it up for Halloween to scare the residents that once lived here before they found an abandoned boat. But, whenever Rachel asked about her gravestone John would subtly change the subject. She sighed. Where was he? When 20 minutes had passed, she finally decided to go and look for him. I'll probably find him out fishing, she thought to herself. Walking over to the seashore, she suddenly disappeared amongst the trees that were now hiding her.
John trudged through great muddy thickets of leaves and sticks. He had to leave- fast. Going through the bog was a lot quicker than not and he didn't have much time. Crawling under muddy hedges and grabbing provisions (small, edible berries on the hedges), John knew he would miss the island. As soon as he got to the seashore, he got to work...
Rachel ran and ran and-stopped. She had come to the entrance of the bog. Surely John wouldn't have gone through there? She had to try. She too did all that John did and finally got to the seashore. She couldn't see anything, just the horizon and-a boat? John must have sailed out to sea! Rachel thought. She didn't have much time: how would she reach John. She suddenly had an idea. Ten years ago, in her deathbed, Rachel's grandmother gave her a beautiful blue and gold necklace and whispered to her that it could build something, anything for her instantly as long as it was smaller than a shed. A boat! A small boat, but a boat still. Clutching the necklace tightly to her chest, she slowly repeated the chant her grandmother had taught her:
ponat opus est mandatum meum,
sicut tugurium imposuerunt magnus harenae
NAVIS NAVIS NAVIS
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