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 tasted different, but not too bad. It had been grilled and Andy suggested I try eating it with some berries. It was a great combination.


We ate our evening meal in small groups of three to five, and when we’d finished we all helped to clean up. It didn’t take long. The bits of palm leaf we were using as plates were thrown into the fire, along with any scraps, and the coconut shells we used to drink from were rinsed and stacked before one of the men carried them away to the supply hut.


“Not for us. We usually chat for a while and one by one we fall asleep. The sun comes up soon enough, and wakes us all up.” He slapped me on the back and kept his hand there. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”


Chapter 9