I had been stranded with Jeremiah the Crab for a while now. I had been here for a few years, but it was near impossible to keep track. I thought I would be rescued quickly, thought this wasn't real, but now I know that it is. As for Jeremiah, I found him a few months ago. He was just laying on the beach like he didn't know what to do either. At the moment, we were settled down to watch the sunset for a bit. It was our own, personal TV.
I let silence fall and listened to the waves crashing against the beach for a bit before asking, "Hey, do you think we'll ever make it home?" There was no response. Jeremiah didn't like to talk very much. He also didn't like being touched because every time I tried, he got sensitive and started getting these weird lines all over him. I was like his shell was made of paper.
By now the sky had turned purple and dark blue was seeping down ever so slowly. It wouldn't be long before it was dark.
"They'll come in a few days Jeremiah. Don't worry. Now, could you help me make a fire?" I asked. Again, nothing but hollow emptiness staring back at me. I was starting to think my partnership with Jeremiah wouldn't be very helpful.
I walked back up across the shoreline, to were the sand meets grasses, and began gathering wood and the like. Out of the corner of my eye, I say a flash orange and paused. The orange light flickered, just a little, almost like a fire. "But how could that be?" I asked myself.
I started creeping closer, trying to stay quiet in case I was wrong about the fire, about actual people. Jeremiah didn't follow. He was smart to keep a look out.
As I approached, I started hearing noises, animal-like and random. I carefully pulled a rock from the sand and held it in shaky hands. The closer I got, the louder the sounds became, and it was clear that this fire was man-made. Still, where were the people? Had they left their future supper here, half dead? Why hadn't I seen them before?
Slowly, hair began to come into view from behind a boulder that was buried in the sand. The hair was messy and brown, almost matted. I braced myself to face this poor, wounded creature. When I rounded the boulder, it was worse than I imagined, and I dropped my stone. I dropped my only defense.
Eyes stared back at me, blackened and impossible to decipher as a million thoughts ran through my head. I had found not one, but two people. And they were half-naked. And making out... or at least, they had been, but now the girl was rushing to put her shirt back on and the male was buttoning his pants.
I was as ecstatic to have found someone as I was scared they would be mad at me for appearing out of nowhere. I just kept staring. "What do I do?"
"Dude what the fuck is wrong with you!? Stop staring at my girl, you creep!"
I backed up slowly, hands in front of me. "I'm sorry, I just, I didn't know anyone else was on this island!"
They looked at me with a mix of bewilderment and confusion. "You're fucking weird man. Whatever drugs you're on, they're messing with your brain. Come on Breanna, let's go." He held her as they walked down the shore together. They were a bit ahead when I heard him whisper to her, asking, "Bluer still gonna glow me, right?" I mean, what does that even mean??
I started following them once they were a safe distance away. I couldn't lose my new friends. After about 15 minutes, I started seeing lights and hearing rather loud noises. What on Earth? I ran as fast as I could, past the teens and onto a path that began to form. Within minutes, I was standing at the outskirts of a little town with beach souvenir shops at ever corner.
I just stood there. I couldn't believe this was waiting here that whole time. Why had no one found me?! This wasn't right!
A man tapped me on the shoulder and I nearly jumped out of my skin. "A little late, isn't it miss? Perhaps you'd like to stay at my hotel? Finest in the town, and the prices are waaay down since its off season." I nearly slapped him. Does he have any idea what I've been through? Jeremiah would have never said something so foolish.
And that was when I realized. I had killed Jeremiah. He stayed back as a lookout, but he would never have survived this long. I ran back and sure enough, he was no where to be found.
I would gladly go back to being stranded if I could be near Jeremiah, just one last time. If only I could touch his red shell once more, and stare into the empty hole that was his face.
As a tear slipped down my cheek, I turned back to the town. That place would save me, but at the cost of the best crab I would ever know. "Poor, sweet Jeremiah," I thought to myself as I walked, not noticing the moans from just off the path. "At least, he died under the stars," I thought, not noticing the wet sounds behind me.
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