Almara’s PovI finally catch a fish. I pop up from the water and wave my arms in the air. “Did you see that?” I call out frantically to Arthur and Grace who are sitting on the shore watching and cheering me on.Well, technically I caught a fish before with Arthur’s help, but this one I got all by myself. Arthur lets out a howl of approval and I see Grace try to mimic him and I sound my own back. Arthur was right, we do rule this land.I swim my way back over to them, wat
Almara’s PovI stomp my way through the jungle, pushing foliage out of my way and cursing through my blurred vision. I know I’m not being the most effective searcher right now, but I can’t seem to get my emotions under control. So, I stop trying to.I sink down onto the sand and let the softness hold me. Bringing my knees up to my chest, I burrow my head into my hands letting my hair fall down and weep. I cry uncontrollably and just allow myself to feel every anxiety, every worry, and every concern.
Almara’s PovWe don’t find Grace. Darkness has now blanketed the sky and with it the feeling of defeat. The once welcomed dazzling stars now seem to mock me as a reminder that time yet another day has come and go and I am’ without my daughter.Arthur and I sit side by side mindlessly watch the waves lap one another. My open wounds from getting cut my branches and torn skin from stepping on shells stings in the salty air. I don’t mind the pain though, I hardly pay attention to it.
Almara’s PovThe next thing I know I’m being shaken awake. “She’s here.” I hear a voice say in my dream. Wait, that voice is Arthur’s. “Almara, she’s back.” I shoot my eyes open and sit up in such a rush my head spins, but I can see her.“Grace.” I gasp and reach my arms out to her. Arthur hands her over to me and instantly tears are flooding down my cheeks and pouring all over Grace as I smother her in kisses. “Where we’re you?” I ask her in between wet kisses. “Where was she?&
Almara’s PovThe ship sent to pick us up is delayed. It was supposed to come sometime yesterday, but never did. I begin to think about living the rest of our lives on this Island. I don’t hate the idea, what I don’t love is it wouldn’t be by choice.We have zero cell service so we can’t call the company and make sure they know we still need to be rescued, we can’t call our parents who, no doubt, will begin to worry if we are not back by tonight, in fact we can’t call any one to let them know where we are.
Almara’s PovWe make it back home in once piece. The three day cruise ride back was better than every other day spent on that Island. It was the vacation I knew we could have. We played different deck games, enjoyed our fair share of cocktails and sunsets, and Grace was always in our sight.When we finally got service we answered all the worried texts and calls from our parents who heard about the ship that sunk. Still, that didn’t stop them from waiting outside the font door with worry lines creasing their foreheads when we stepped out of the car.
Almara’s PovArthur and I return home after the doctor’s appointment beaming off of one another’s heightened energy.“Did you see the way she interweaved through the obstacles?” Arthur says, practically jumping into the air to demonstrate a bob and weave motion. “She’s going to be so sneaky when it comes to hunting.” He says with utter pride.I laugh, giddy with the excitement. “I know.” I say in agreement. “But what about how fa
Almara’s Pov“Here they are!” Arthur exclaims while slapping a stack of papers down on the elegant office desk.“What is this?” I ask, more so out of habit but my eyes can already see it’s a list of addresses and houses. I hand Grace to Arthur so that I can flip through the different sheets.“My realtor just emailed them over, she gave us a good mix.” Arthur says running a hand through his still wet hair from his shower. He smells like pine and eu