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 scrubbed my body with my hands and then submerged myself so I could massage my scalp. When I was sure I’d washed every part of myself I spent a few minutes swimming around the small pool, feeling as though I was the only person on the planet.


Exhilarated and clean, I climbed from the stream. I picked up my trousers and immediately decided I didn’t need to be wearing trousers. Shorts were more appropriate. I tore the bulk of the fabric off until I had fashioned an article of clothing that didn’t look a million miles away from hot pants. After I’d put them on I laughed. Just as well no one was around to see me.


I balled up the scrap material and was going to lob it into the undergrowth when something told me not to. Spare fabric might come in handy for bandages.


Chapter 6