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out a hand to help her up.
    “Come on. If you’re up for it, let’s explore a little and see if we can find some fresh water and firewood. Then I’ll catch us something a bit tastier for dinner.”
    Katherine followed David up the beach until the sand gave way to gravel and dirt. Surveying the ground, she tried to find the smoothest path into the island forest, but it was rocky and sharp in every direction.
    “Um, David?”
    He turned around and raised his eyebrows, waiting.
    She looked down, rocking back on her bare heels and wiggling her toes.
    “I don’t have any shoes.”
    He came back, looking at her feet. “I should have grabbed your clothes before I came looking for you. Will you be okay here by yourself while I get some wood? You could go down by the boat and wait there - we’ll flip it on its side for shelter tonight.”
    She thought about it for a minute and nodded. “It would probably be good for someone to watch for the coast guard anyways, right?”
    It was clear by his expression that he didn’t think the coast guard would show up, but he nodded anyway.
    “Absolutely. Why don’t you take the emergency pack and your snorkel gear down there, and I’ll be back as soon as I can. If you want to try fishing, there’s some gear in the boat...”
    Katherine shook her head, holding up both hands. “Sorry, but I’m not going anywhere near the water again today. I’ll take our stuff back to the boat but that’s it. You can fish when you get back.”
    “Okay then. I’ll see you later. Holler if you need anything - I won’t go far.”
     
    ***
     
    She watched as he walked into the trees, tamping down the panic that tried to take hold. Staying anywhere alone seemed like a bad idea, but so did cutting her feet on the rocky terrain. Turning, she gathered up her gear and the bag he’d brought and started walking through the warm sand toward the small boat he’d left up the beach. When she reached it, she understood why going back to the main island wasn’t really an option.
    No bigger than a rowboat, there was really only room for six people, and that was if everyone squeezed together on the three slender benches spanning the aluminum craft. Wooden oars lay lengthwise on the bottom, and a small motor was perched on the back. A few thin metal boxes hung on the inside walls, presumably the fishing supplies David had referred to and the one with a large red cross on it undoubtedly held minor first aid supplies.
    Dropping the bag and her gear in the sand, she rummaged through the supplies, taking stock of what they had and hoping it would be enough. There were several soft packages labeled drinking water, and she opened one with no small measure of guilt nagging at her as she poured it down her throat. She’d regret it later if the island didn’t have a spring, but her throat had been so dry, her lips parched and cracking.
    One of the metal containers revealed a bottle of sunscreen, and she spread a thin layer over all of the skin she could reach in hopes of preventing any further damage until the sun went down. Then she started looking around for something, anything that might be suitable temporary footwear.
    Cutting down the fins would be the easiest solution, though she hesitated. Without them, she never would have reached the island, and if she ended up in the water again they would be essential. Then again, she didn’t have any plans to swim again, and odds were good that if she did get wet, it wouldn’t be because she meant to. So she wouldn’t have the fins then anyway.
    She’d have to risk it.
    There was a large knife in the container where she’d found the sunscreen, and she used it to score a line on each flipper just beyond the end of the foot pocket. Working slowly, she cut into the thick rubber, thankful that the knife was sharp and sliced through the material easily. When they were both finished, she tugged the makeshift shoes on her feet and stood.
    “Very stylish.”
    She looked up to