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

“Unbelievable,” I said, truly amazed at the man’s agility.


“You got that right,” said Andy, taking the opportunity to kiss me quickly on the cheek.


When Paolo reached the top, he hacked away at the stem of a coconut, sending it plummeting to the ground. It hit with a dull thud. Almost immediately another came hurtling down and another. Eddie picked the large green fruit up and put them in the woven grass bag he’d brought. Back in the village, he’d remove the tough outer husk and get the round brown seed out. The coconut water would be drained into a container and the white flesh eaten with meals.


At that moment a small pig came scurrying into the grove. Its head was down and at first it didn’t see us. But we saw it. I gripped the knife I’d brought and launched myself at the small beast.


“No!” Andy yelled, but I had already slit the beast’s throat.


I looked at Andy, wondering why he had told me no.


“Oh babe, you shouldn’t have done that,” he said.


Chapter 11