Holy s**t. We might have a chance of getting off this island after all! The realization reignited hope painfully in my chest once more. Unconsciously, I had begun to internalize the idea that we were going to perish on this island. Two weeks had passed and we had seen no sign of rescue at all. Although we had spent most of the past week going further inland, we had spent the first week and a half fairly near the sea. All of us, including Claire and Rosie, had watched the skies and the sea with the hope that we would spot some passing vessel or aircraft that could bear the news of where we were back to civilization. As time had passed, my hopes, too, had faded. The man in the windbreaker had just given me reason to continue believing that we would return one day to our regular lives, even t
