"Hello....hellooooo..."
The sand, soft yet gritty. The air, cool but salty. The sun, hot, yet really hot. He opened his eyes to a brown mass hurtling at his face. He messily deflected it and stood up. He picked the mass out of the sand and found himself staring at a coconut. It all came back to him.
Their raft, made of makeshift materials from the wreckage, the island, the storm...
He was afraid to ask, "Are we on a different island?"
"Yep, but this time there's no plane parts for us to make another raft. We're stranded."
A moment of panic struck him. He would never get home. His family, his friends...
He turned around to take in his new surroundings, "home" he tried to call it, but found himself confused. Buildings, birds, screaming children, sunbathers, and a banner exclaiming "Welcome to Hawaii!" Rick was laughing behind him.
"What's so funny?"
"I've thrown, like, six coconuts at you."
A child ran by, following Rick's example and throwing a coconut at him. He missed the island.
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