106.The Peace After the Storm

Jack

We all trooped off of the raft once we got to the shore. We untied our bags and the ropes, letting the wood flow back onto the sea. I heaved out a sigh of relief, glad to be alive and safe. I was glad that my idea had worked. I would have felt guilty in hell if we had all been killed, telling myself that I should have listened to John.

It was good to have a crazy idea and have it work out without being told 'I told you so' afterwards. It was even better to be on land in an open space instead of fighting for your life over water or trekking amidst trees that seemed as terrifying as the forest itself.

"I'm glad your idea worked." John said, moving closer to me and clapping me on the back.

"Me too." I replied him.

Quinn finished stashing his bag onto his bag and pushed the wet ropes into a nylon bag, carrying it in his hand so it could dry off. We would definitely need the ropes anytime soon.

Mia staggered on her legs and we all rushed to her side, supporting her with our hands