2) Lost

I keep swimming in fear. My mind is racing, I can't believe what happened.

The yacht I was on exploded in flames.

I can't take this anymore.

That's when I stop swimming. Tired, I turn in the direction where the yacht is.

-What are you doing?

Michael asks in disbelief.

When I swam to the surface, I found him beside me. On one side, we had a fire that was eating the entire yacht and, on the other, the open sea.

-Move away.

Turning my head a little, I tell him, feeling him behind me.

-This is so wrong.

-What is it?

-Leave them.

-And what could you have done?

Those strong words are full of anger and indifference.

-I don't know, but not to run.

I turn around.

-We didn't have a choice.

-There is always a choice.

At this point, I'm yelling.

-We need to move. We can't stay here.

-I am tired. We are doing this the whole night.

I direct my gaze at the sunrise.

-So am I. We have to find land.

-Don't you say, I see that.

I say it with sarcasm, raising my hand and looking at my shriveled fingers.

-I see something there.

I hear Michael yelling as he gets further and further away.

-And where is that? We were far away from the city.

-I'll see when I get there.

He says, now really leaving.

-Hey, don't leave me here alone.

Not having the other, I start to swim towards Michael.

With a beach in front of us, I dived for the last time to wet my hair, which was already half dry. Horrible!

For the first time in hours, I feel something that is not sadness or regret, I am happy to finally sit down.

-Finally.

I say, sitting down on the sand.

-And where are we, Colombo?

I ask, looking around, but seeing nothing but the sea, sand, and trees.

-I assume you know that Colombo didn't find what he was looking for...

-Exactly like you.

I say, pointing a finger at him.

Feeling a little rested, I remove the wet clothes I have on and stay in the swimsuit I had put under. A simple yellow bikini with black decorations.

-Why are you looking at me? You didn't think I would be naked in front of you?

I ask, aware of Michael's gaze on you.

-I have a girlfriend, and also it's not like you have anything I haven't seen yet.

He answers with a smirk. Making me gasp in insult.

-Excuse me, I'm wearing decent clothes.

-Yeah, really.

He says, rolling his eyes.

-Jerk.

I say, getting. Michael just looked away.

After so many hours in the water, I'm sick of the sea, which is why I move away from the shore and lie down on the sand, spreading my wet clothes next to me.

-What?

I ask him, feeling his eyes on me again.

-Someone come prepared.

-What's that supposed to mean?

I asked with raised eyebrows.

-The, obviously. You have a swimming suit on, and you lie on the beach with no worries...

-And what should I do? Do you know where we are? Because I don't. We left the burning yacht full of people in the middle of the night and swam the other half. We are in the middle of nowhere, without anyone to help us.

-And I'm tired.

I lie back down and close my eyes.

-Good morning! We communicate with you with sad news from the port where the yacht sailed last night with the winners of the Fashion Log.

-Early in the morning, police were informed about a burning yacht in the middle of the bay. All we know is that the investigation is ongoing, and they have not yet returned from the investigation.

-On a yacht were employees of the fashion agency Stone Design.

-Who would have said? Justice exists - said happy Teresa Sutton, turning off the television.

-You can’t be like that, it’s a lot of people - she was rebuked by her husband, Allister.

-If you have finally had what you deserve - I reply, feeling happy.

I fell asleep without realizing it. 

It was hot, and the sun was high when I woke up. 

Looking around, my eyes fell on Michael, who was sleeping.

As I take the clothes in my hands to put them on and protect myself from the sun, I feel my mobile phone. 

The feeling of being saved spreads through me, and I smile for the first time.

-Please, work.

I beg, turn it on.

-No!

I scream, seeing only water dripping from him.

-What?! What happened?

Michael asks, his voice filled with alarm as my piercing scream startles him out of sleep.

-Our ticket out.

I say, shaking your still-dripping phone.

Michael rushes over. He drops to his knees before me and looks at my phone.

-It's working?

Asks, not taking his eyes off him.

And I don’t blame him; I know the feeling.

-You really think I would scream no if it worked?

-What, I know what you screamed?

-You are so...

I start to speak but hold back, standing up and turning my back to him.

Does it really make sense to start a fight now?

-Look who is speaking.

-Really, you want to start it now?

I ask, turning to look at him.

-Among other things, where is yours?

The normal thing is to bring it too.

-With Eloise...

He replied sadly, looking down, but only for a bit.

-Not that he would be of any help. We were both in the water, if I need to remind you.

-Of course not, but we would have a better chance to get out of here. Now what?

I ask more yourself than him, of whom I don't have a high opinion. 

-I'm going to explore. It has to be something on the other side.

See what I’m talking about?

-We are not in the movie that you will find a resort on the other side.