I listened to the girls with a growing sense of panic. Even though I had no idea whether we really were in the middle of the Bermuda triangle, I knew that spiraling down into despair was not the way to go. Although we had all managed to stay relatively positive and optimistic over the past two weeks, it was inevitable that our morale would take a hit if there was no sign of rescue. The man in the windbreaker had just hastened the process by telling us that he had seen no signs of rescue over the past four months that he had been on the island, and I had to stop everyone from catastrophizing. The only question was - how?
Just as the girls descended into yet another cycle of bemoaning their fate, I caught a glimpse of a sly smirk. I jerked my head up, looking hard at the man in the windbrea
