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whisper that one word before leaving.
    It was exhausting and confounding all at once, but it never stopped me from letting his leg nudge between mine every morning. It never stopped me from throwing my head back against him and crying out as I came undone.
    I guessed he had a reason for not letting me give him the same kind of pleasure, but I didn’t have to first clue as to why.
    It was late in the afternoon, and like most of my days on the island, I hadn’t seen Tarzan since this morning. Every once in a while I’d catch him watching me from some perch in a tree, but we both had our chores to get done. Unlike back home where life wouldn’t cease to exist if the laundry didn’t get done, life here really could cease to exist if we didn’t see to our daily tasks.
    I’d spent most of the day gathering breadfruit and hauling it back to camp, and I was taking a brief break in the shade of our palm tree, staring out at the ocean. It looked so calm, so gentle right now—I knew how quickly that could change.
    Fishing with a spear continued to be my nemesis, no matter how many times Tarzan had demonstrated his technique for spearing fish. I had yet to spear a fish on my own, though I’d come close several times.
    He always made sure to be there whenever I attempted it—probably worried I was going to spear my foot instead—but determination flooded my gut the longer I stared at the ocean. I felt as though it were taunting me. I could take care of our water needs, I could collect fruit, and I was learning how to weave different kinds of organic materials to fashion rope, but I couldn’t successfully fish. Yet.
    This was the day to change that.
    Rising from the sand, I grabbed one of Tarzan’s spears he had propped against the tree, then I started toward the water. I was still wearing the lab coat, but it had ripped and frayed to the point of it nearing its expiration date. I might as well have just traipsed about mostly naked like Tarzan, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to it. The sun had darkened my skin to a nice caramel brown, so I didn’t burn anymore, and my eyes had finally gotten used to the bright glare that was ever present during the day. The bottoms of my feet had toughened up, and thanks to the sun, my light hair had bleached out to the point it was almost white.
    It was odd how I already felt adapted to the island in the weeks, or months, since I’d arrived, yet I’d never felt like I’d adapted to my life before.
    The ocean water was warm but refreshing against the heat of the late afternoon sun. I made sure to watch my steps as I moved farther out, careful not to step on a jellyfish or any other breed of creature Tarzan had pointed out that could be deadly if stepped on just right.
    I waded out until I was almost up to my hips in water. This same level of water only came up to Tarzan’s knees, but that was one of the perks to being a giant. Once I found a spot where I had good footing, I waited. Patience was just as important in the skill of fishing as the actual spearing was. Depending on the day, it might take up to a half an hour for the fish to swim their way back into the disturbed water. On a good day, it only took a few minutes, but that was rare.
    Today was a rare day, I noticed with a smile as a couple of brightly colored fish swam into view. I held my spear in striking position, just as I’d been taught, trying not to move a single muscle. Any movement, and the fish would disappear in a flash.
    A few more shot into view, swimming more erratically than I was used to. Generally they seemed to glide along the ocean floor in a steady pace, but today, they were bolting, then slowing, then bolting again.
    Strange. It was going to make catching one of those suckers that much harder. I could feel sweat running down my neck, my arms starting to burn from holding the spear the way I was, but I didn’t move. I was going to do it. Today I was going to catch my first fish.
    When a decent-sized