be a computer or console of some kind she could check, once
there she starred at the wood pile trying to figure out how to lite
a fire. Ebony was laying on her stomach twisted at the hip and
now looking at Ensign Clarkson’s hairy legs and letting out an
occasional, “uh huh” with a slight laugh to it.
As it grow later a cool humidity moved over the island and
we were relieved of our nagging thirst though still in need of
water. It was a sudden change and many of the plants visibly
perked up, some flower blooms a yellow orchid looking ‘thing’
opened all a crossed the island, and a floral scent wafted over us
all. There were only a few streakes of white clouds in the sky of
the stratus type, no real danger of rain. Between the sudden
moisture alerting the former crew to the need to be able to catch
rain water and the fresh floral scent causing them to inhaled
deeply through the nose leading them to the discovery of body
odor, they started milling about all on the same task but in total
silence. They needed to catch any rain water.
I stood up on the hilltop and uttered, “Cistern” We needed a
cistern to hold the purified water and catch rain water that would
prevent contamination, we didn’t need any parasites. I wandered
back down to the boiler, and there it was about two cups of fresh
water in the vase, it dripped down as condensate. I used a small
reed that had aged and hollowed as a straw and drank some, no
salt taste at all! I had started this project away from the others to
avoid embarrassment should it fail, now I had to make sure it
was going to stay reliable and make sure the water in the boiling
bowl was completely evaporated or at least mostly. It seemed to
be near five O’clock and I was tired of all this guessing, I
needed a sun dial, a compass, a shelter, and three more boilers to
cover water rations for the ‘ship wrecks’, I also needed a fishing
net and spear and at least a fallen tree to fish from, and there was
one last thing I needed…a damn rescue plane or ship.
Chapter Five
‘Jupiter’ the rise of Chaos
Without a foreseeable rescue and with no reasonable
expectation of rescue we knew we were trapped, fated to be
consumed into the life cycle of this island. Hope was neither lost
nor discovered it just wasn’t considered.
Artimus stood starring into the turbulence of the sea and
saw utter chaos; he had lost control of everything, all the
platitudes and gratuities were now hollow and meaningless this
was his summation; this abject failure was his mantle. They had
flattered him so often he came to expect it, the respect he
demanded from men working in the trenches, no longer
deserved…he had betrayed everything and everyone with his
failure. He stood being deafened by the crashing waves trying to
find a way out of the disgrace that found him. His crew took
their chances just like everyone else but visions of his wife led
to visions of their families, wives, children, and worse their
parents. From his dehydration and fatigue images that were
absurd sprung forth, the Forestall fire and its captain, the
Thresher and its captain, the Challenger and the seven astronauts
lost because an O-ring failed.
Mr. Mormus was his only peer; the master chief was
actually significantly older and had more scars. Mormus had
passed out over an hour ago, and by Captain Artimus’s
reasoning would not live to see the morning. As the sunset he
was haunted by an image in the corner of his eye, bodies
wrapped in sea weed washed ashore. But all the crew had
survived, who were they? Was it a vision of the future? He was
afraid to look, he was educated and knew it was possible to
hallucinate such things under these conditions, but he also knew
it were possible to be so delirious that the shock of the sight of
such a thing could block out the ability to recognize what he was
looking at. He could assess himself, he could barely breath. He
could only stand there lost in despair and continue to will his
heart to beat.
Hauldbalm had allowed his age to meter his efforts and
despite being older and of a slender build he was still well, the
older officers were at a critical point of age, they did not slow
themselves down having experienced a degree of frailty, they
pushed on well past the safe limits of their bodies. For the
master chief just having gone to sleep helped slowdown his
system and helped him endure, nothing had been accomplished
and yet a potentially fatal over exertion had occurred for
Mormus and Artimus, not exactly the poetic meaning of wisdom
but a very real meaning none the less.
As the sun started to set Forester and Hudlow were safely
tucked into their sand castles which had dry motes. The captain
strolled back to the pentagon and measure off lines to build
some walls, so he would not be thought to have witnessed
behaviors forcing him to interject himself or to be seen as
condoning the behaviors. Athena Williams and Amber Alley lay
buried in the sand wiggling their toes and playing I-spy. Ens.
Swishzel was treading water just beyond the crashing waves and
Ens. Lees was struggling to make a cross tying two sticks
together with twine he had had from grass. Hauldbalm had
played the old man role and rolled over lying next to Charlie
Mcree resting his hand on her breast ‘accidentally’ pretending to
be asleep, Charlie reassured herself by saying, “At least I’m not
a chubby chaser.” Haydel was sticking close to the survivors of
her shop, the only girl surrounded by guys. Monica Villa had
staked her territory with Francesco and they were waiting for
‘what goes bump in the night’. Atrisia was trying to figure out
how to conceal the cartoon character on her panties, while
Jeremy Washam, Mitch Hackel, and Scott Tinnel, all lay
peeking through squinted eye lids to watch. Scott Strut and
Chris Gillis were driving themselves hoarse in the voice with an
unending argument about who was supposed to pump out the
bilge. Elpers, Gruble, River, Ricky, and Rich were trying to use
the lighter flints to start a fire by smashing them in between
rocks lined with tinder. And I was waiting on water to boil once
again.
I needed one of the vases to be at least half full before I
took it over to the landing. I noticed the floral scent and thought
I must have been near death; I could smell that before I drank
some fresh water. I would need to hurry so the other survivors
wouldn’t die before I got them the water rations. I walked over
to the ridge at a hasty pace; the clearing was all wet again the
tide must be up. I reached the ridge and noticed it was just after
sunset with a beautiful glow just above the western horizon, and
noticing that I realized my sense of east and west were reversed,
I had been working on the eastern side of the island and the
landing was on the western side. The sudden cool humidity that
had washed over the island revitalized me more so than the few
sips of fresh water I had gotten out of the vase. It had also
revitalized the rest of our former crew.
They were arguing over exactly who’s stupidity was why
they couldn’t start a fire, it was contagious they had observed
Hudlow calling out ‘behold fire’ only to watch him repeatedly
fail which robbed them of their confidence and hope, they had
seen all the members of auxiliary division cover a rock with dry
plant material then take a flint out of a lighter and smash it with
another rock proving the definition of futility to everyone, they
had seen people with glasses try to focus sun light to create a
fire and noticed those people with their glasses off can’t see how
focused the light was, like a blind person trying to invent a light
bulb; the fact that they didn’t trust anyone else with their glasses
was understandable after all they were apparently blind without
them.
The night game of playing hide and seek seemed to have
sexual promise tonight until frustration set in. The cool air
relieved everyone of great distress and gave a reprieve to lose
collapsing due to the lack of food and water, but the second
wind they achieved was their one last chance to get back on the
ball and claim their own survival from nature. Atrisia yelled into
the crowd of people working on starting a fire, “You Tennessee
boy scouts should know how to start a fire!” Dipree responded,
“Then don’t look at me I’m from New York.” Everyone looked
over at Dipree and Atrisia said, “That’s exactly what I am
talking about…New York. I’m dead serious when I say,
Tennessee, Arkansas, Georgia …you damn guys should
absolutely know how to do this!” Linscoe asked, “What about
you?” Atrisia replied, “I’m a girl.” Ens. Swishzel back from his
swim coughed out the phrase, “Thank you for pointing that out.”
Athena said, “Well you can’t do those things either!” Atrisia
said, “I’m being honest…and honestly I don’t even know what
those things are.” Haydel laughed and said, “Then you’ll
probably find out tonight.” Chief Casius said, “I can’t believe
that you would even suggest that under these circumstances.”
The sun had gone down and the moonlight was not yet
casting its bright blue light over the beach. I sat on the ridge
with the vase of water sitting next to me; I heard their yelling
and saw their demeanor. I hadn’t seen them this overtly hostile
since the end of the long beach ship yard period and escorts
were required, no one was to be alone in a space or passageway;
there had to be a witness. Once they started throwing sand at
each other I realized they were just gone, no longer mentally
present. I carried the water vase out in the sand and piled sand
up around it preventing it from being knocked over and still had
the reed straw in it. Then I hunched down and moved across the
sand cat burglar style, I needed to pull a work crew out of there.
I fetched Hackel, Elper, Williams, and Gruble. I sneaked up to
Mitch and whispered in his ear, “Water ration.” Mitch swatted in
my direction like he was trying to hit a fly and said, “Rob…wait
what?” I pulled him over to the vase. I said, “Don’t take too
much we have to make another boiler.” I rushed low against the
sand and tripped over Tommi Gruble. She asked, “Are you
alright?” I said, “Just who I was looking for.” She replied,
“You’re not my type Lyon.” I laughed and said, “We’ve got
work.” and I pulled her over to the vase. As she drank Mitch
asked, “Where’s the boiler Rob?” I replied, “Hold on we need a
couple more.” Mitch asked, “Luds and Marcy?” I said, “No they
were flying an imaginary kite with chief Dotz” I slipped over to
Williams and whispered in her ear, “We’ve got work, come get
water rations” She crawled over to the vase with me as well and
asked, “How many?” I said we only have about two gallons for
all of us but we have to make more and build three more
boilers.” She asked startled, “Boilers!?” I replied, “Well, more
of a still really” finally I fetched Elper; he was still trying to start
a fire now banging a rock against a stick that had the last piece
of flint embedded in it. I said, “Elper, give that to someone else
and come with me.” He passed it over to Rich and he and I
slipped over to the vase. After they all drank we slipped over to
the ridge just as everyone’s eyes were adjusting to the moon
light and headed over to the boilers.
Once we got there Elper said, “Ya, that’s more of a still
than a boiler Lyon.” Athena asked “what do I do?” Gruble said,
“I don’t know either.” I said, “We need to build another lattice
and form the bricks and bowls and cook another ‘still’” Gruble
said, “I’ll get some wood” Williams said, “I’ll help her…are we
doing this in the dark?” I replied, “It’s cooler that way and we’ll
build a shelter in the morning, there are reeds over there.” Elper
stood with his hands on his hips looking at it and asked, “And,
it’s running right now?” I said, “Ya, the steam condenses in the
spout dripping down into that vase.” Elper said,
“Okay…where’s the clay?” I said, “Up on that hillside.”
pointing toward the hill. Elper walked off in that direct Mitch
shrugged at me and followed him saying, “I’m coming with you
mike” I watched them walk off on their tasks and felt strangely
alone. I decided I should start making a fishing net and started
collecting fallen palms from the palm trees. Athena dropped off
a pile of wood and asked, “I thought the lean-to was tomorrow?”
I said, “I’m pulling out these fibers and winding them, we need a
fishing net…we’ll use the reeds to make a cabana tomorrow.”
she looked stunned and said, “Cabana…Okay.” and went back
to gathering wood.
MR2 Micheal Milano saw what he thought was me
carrying a large stone in to the beach from the brush line then
burring it up to its neck and having people come over and kiss it
then took them into the brush. After we left he investigated,
once he realized they were drink water through a straw he tried
it discovering it was fresh water. He glanced around and realized
there wasn’t enough, but we had left it behind so we must have
been fetching more water. He looked around and saw Jenifer
Hennely scratching Dave Riles back as Riles whimpered to
sleep so he walked up and spoke to her after sitting next to her.
Micheal said, “Lyon just came out of those bushes with a rock
he buried over there and had Williams, Hackle, Elper, and
Tommi kiss it.” and then he laughed. Jennifer said, “Everyone’s
gone crazy.” Michael added, “Ya, so I went and looked at it and
decide I’d kiss it to.” Jennifer said, “They’ll find us soon, just
hold on.” Micheal said, “There’s more to it, we need to do what
they did. Come on.” Jennifer glanced at Riles sleeping and back
to Michael and said, “Okay” As they headed over there Michael
said in a hushed voice, “There just isn’t enough yet” He and
Jennifer kneeled at the vase and Jennifer gasped and slapped
Michaels arm, so he nudged her down and put the reed in her
mouth and she sucked up some water. After she took some long
swallows she looked up at him and asked in a hushed voice,
“Okay, what the hell are we doing?” Michael replied quietly, “I
don’t know where they’re getting it but they went through
there…and your right everyone is crazy right now so they’re
doing it like this. Let’s find them.” Jennifer said, “Okay, you
saw them lead the way.” and they headed through the brush.
They stopped at the clearing and tasted the water there and spit it