The guy slept on through the day, through the meal time, through Kate's siesta and now the sun was setting. There was no way she would leave him outside. She tried to wake him but he clung relentlessly to the arms of Morpheus so Kate did what she could. She tugged the mat to the shore line where her cave was. There was no way to drag him up the slope, but as luck would have it, the man semi woke up, enough that she could help him to the cave. They both staggered because he was just too groggy to function. Kate figured that he had a head injury and roaming around earlier in the heat had been the last straw.<br/><br/>Once he was cozily placed in her sleeping trench, Kate went out to watch the dying light in the west. Lightening was beginning to stab through the sky, making a most impressive display. The wind began to blow cooler air, ruffling her hair. A night like tonight she would be walking with Kristie on the beach. They would talk about taking a schooner to South America someday, just the two of them. They dreamed of paradise on the high seas, but now. Kate tossed a shell into the water, watching the tide carry it out.<br/><br/>She went inside to rummage in the luggage some more. Passengers always had tidbits hidden away so she decided to dig a little deeper. Her curiosity was rewarded. She found a brand new blank journal and ink pen shaped like a dolphin. Someone had packed some Jack Daniels. She poured some in a hollowed out coconut, sipping cautiously. At first it burned her throat, nose and eyes but soon, she watched the fire flickering against the rock wall, listened to the nightly tropical storm and the gentle snoring of the man and sipped the liquor. Maybe the coconut cup was bigger than she realized but soon she had drained the bottle.<br/><br/>Kate hated being drunk because she lost control. Tonight was no different. She was crying, weeping, pouring out her love for Kristie, raging against the injustice of a life on the edge of success but snatched away. She eyed the empty bottle, and the journal. Her drunken mind sat down and began to pour out her heart on the paper, describing her fate, her location the best she could calculate using the position of the stars over head in the morning and ended with,<br/><br/>"If someone finds this, call Kristie. 904-466-9888. Tell her I love her and will forever. Kate Morisette"<br/><br/>She pushed through the storm, against the wind to where the surf was crashing into the rocks and hurled the bottle into the night.