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

I willed myself to move, calling up every ounce of strength I had left to roll back onto my stomach. I rested a moment to catch my breath. When I felt ready, I struggled onto my elbows, pushing myself up and back into a kneeling position. From there I used my arms to lever myself onto my feet. With a final surge of will-power I heaved myself into a standing position.


On unsteady legs I stood swaying on the sand. Only after I felt strong enough did I put one foot in front of the other and walk towards the trees roughly ten metres from where I was by the waters’ edge. Hopefully I’d find a stream or a pool of water, and food of some description. I was desperate to slake my thirst; desperate to feel the cool trickle of fresh water wash down my throat. I wanted to clean the salt off my body and ease the sting of my sunburn.


Chapter 4