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by Justin Luxure
Published by Lot’s Cave
Stranded With My Sister, © 2018, by Justin Luxure
Cover by Morgaine Wrightman
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Lot’s Cave Novel
Seven years ago a commercial airliner went down over the Pacific Ocean. The plane was never recovered and all three hundred and twenty-six passengers were presumed dead. Experts and News stations speculated about the disappearance of flight M-445 for months with some claiming engine failure, while conspiracy theorists claimed there were supernatural powers at play. Flight M-445 soon became one of the world’s greatest mysteries and urban legends.
Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, there were two survivors from the fateful flight – siblings Ethan and Emma. It was a miracle they survived initial impact in the first place, but spending another thirteen days clinging to a life raft seemed next to improbable. The “M-445 Two” as the media would later come to dub them not only defied the odds with their strong will to live, but on that thirteenth day they washed ashore an island.
The island – which was nicknamed “Hell’s Island” by the two – was nearly two thousand kilometres off the coast of Australia and unfortunately was inhabited by only the two of them, along with thousands of wild animals. They learned to adapt and survive on the resources that were given to them, but nothing could have prepared them for the situation they found themselves in.
They built themselves a life there with the knowledge that this could be the place they spend the rest of their lives. Ethan and Emma never spoke out about what took place on that island – many details were purposely left out and remained a secret until now. This is their story.
Reporter: How did you two manage to survive for such a long period of time?
Ethan: We had to learn to work together.
Eight months is a long time – it feels longer when you’re stuck on this hellacious island. The days are longer, the food is shit and we rarely sleep the whole night through. It didn’t help that when we first arrived here, Emma was a complete mess; her boyfriend at the time was on the flight with us. She was hysterical and being a few years older, it was up to me to keep her calm despite being just as much of a nervous wreck myself.
The three of us were on our way back from two week’s vacation in Australia. Emma was going back to school in a week for business administration and I planned on going back to working at the shop, but plans changed when the plane shook viciously. The pilot came on the speaker and informed us to remain calm in a not-so-assuring tone. The next thing I remember was this loud “pop” before my ears rang at a painful pitch – imagine a brain freeze, but double it.
I wish I could remember more about the crash, but it all seems like a blur. The next thing I remember is being surrounded by water. Floating to the surface I experienced the fear of knowing I may die. When I reached the surface it was a relief like I’ve never experienced before. The air was fresh as I inhaled deeply – something we all take for granted.
Behind me there was plenty of debris floating on the surface. Fire covered most of the area, but was quickly extinguishing. I saw someone else clutching on to a piece of the plane and to my surprise when I approached the person, I realized it was Emma. I cried tears of joy, I wasn’t alone; she was unconscious but breathing. We were lucky enough to find a raft and unknowingly made our way to this island.
That first month was rough; we could have easily been dead right now – our bodies trapped here on Hell’s Island for god knows how long. All we had were the clothes on our back. At night – to stay warm – we would bury ourselves in sand like a makeshift blanket; taking turns to keep a look out for predatory animals. It wasn’t until a month and a half – and many days of exploration – that we decided it would be best to start building a shelter in preparation for a long term stay.
The days were hot, many days I would strip down to just my underwear. Emma on the other hand turned her jeans into denim booty shorts and walked around in a red bra. It may not have been ideal for the situation we found ourselves in, but you have to make due. My tight boxer briefs didn’t leave much to the imagination, but it was exhilarating running through those woods like Tarzan.
Emma and I – amidst many arguments – found a bond in one another that not many people will have in a lifetime. We learned to trust one another and work in unison to survive. Before the island we weren’t close. The age gap may have been small, but the two of us had exponentially different interests and were going through different periods in our lives. I loved her all the same, but we weren’t going out of the way to hang out with one another.
The shelter we built was impressive and we’re always adding onto it – I mean what else is there to do? It’s no Swiss Family Robinson tree house, but it is inhabitable. The roof is made of tree leaves and the structure held together by tightly wrapped wood. We built it about four feet off the ground to keep unwanted critters out, but they still find a way.
Our first attempt at a shelter wasn’t much to be desired. The first night the walls caved in; we were so comfortable just being shielded that we slept all the way through the night. The second time around I didn’t half-ass it, I made sure it would still stand even if a tsunami hit it – luckily it has never been tsunami tested.