Clint is travelling on a small Cessna Citation over the Pacific. When the plane hits a pocket of turbulence, he is wrenched from his nap and plunged into a nightmare. The plane plummets into the ocean. Clint and one other passenger, a man named Carlos, survive. The hulk of the plane sinks, leaving them adrift with no land in sight. They fight to stay alive, but thirst and exhaustion overtake them. Purely by luck Clint finds himself washed ashore on a mysterious island. But where is Carlos? Did sharks get him? Did he drown? With survival foremost in his mind Clint finds clean water and fruit and a safe place to rest. Then Clint discovers the island is inhabited by other castaways, men who have been washed ashore on this unknown island over the years. One of the men is Andy, with whom Clint falls in love. Only much later does he discover Carlos’s fate, along with the fact that the island has more secrets to reveal. One that could cost him his life.

An Island, Lost

“It wasa good idea,” I said. “Looks like we’re going to have to swim for it.”


“But where?” asked Carlos, scanning the waves. “We could swim for days and not find land. We’ll just exhaust ourselves and drown.”


“We’ll exhaust ourselves no matter what we do. We’ll exhaust ourselves staying here and treading water, but I’m certainly not going to hang around hoping we’ll get spotted by a passing plane. We’re in the middle of nowhere, mate.”


I was all fired up. I launched myself forwards and began to swim. I had no idea where I was going, but at least I was going somewhere. I’d rather die trying to swim to safety than wait around for a plane, or a shark, to come and get me.


Chapter 3