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sharks will stay on the other side of the reef, so the lagoon should be safe,” he said. “But it’s not like there’s anything keeping them out if they decide they want to come in, so be careful.”
    “Do you think it’d be possible for me to build something on the island? Out of wood? I could use it for shelter when it storms.”
    “Depends on how big you’d want it to be,” he said.
    “Not too big,” I said. “I don’t really know what I’m doing, so I’d have to learn as I go. Could supplies like lumber be flown in? Would there be room on the plane?”
    “Sure, there’s room. I might not be able to bring it all at once, but I could bring enough to get you started,” he said. “It’s not a bad idea if you think you’re going to stay for a while. It’ll keep you busy, at least.”
    “I do,” I said. “I definitely think I’ll be there for a while.”
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    After we landed I pulled my shirt and shoes out of my bag. The shoes felt weird; I rarely wore them unless I was in the wooded area of the island. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and followed Captain Forrester through the cabin door.
    “Do you have your list of supplies?” he asked.
    “Yes.” I reached into my pocket and handed him the list I’d made. “Did the wire come through okay?” I asked.
    “It came through just fine. I’ll buy everything on your list and have it waiting for you on the plane.”
    “Okay,” I said. “Thanks.”
    “Sure,” he said, and smiled.
    “I’ll be ready to go by nine tomorrow morning, if that still works for you.”
    “Works fine,” he said. “Enjoy your evening.”
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    He’d booked me a room under his name at the Hulhule Island Hotel near the airport. I caught a shuttle bus and in less than five minutes I was standing in front of the check-in desk. The woman who assisted me smiled and handed me a key card.
    “Enjoy your stay,” she said.
    “I will. Thank you.”
    When I reached my room I threw my bag on the bed and immediately turned off the air conditioner. I opened the window to let in the heat, which I now preferred over the cool air.
    In the bathroom, I had to take a closer look when I caught the first glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My skin had never been so dark before. Even though I lived in sunny California, I’d been ghostly pale when I arrived on the island, due to sitting in front of a computer for twelve to fifteen hours a day. My major source of light had been the fluorescent bulbs in my office.
    A month’s worth of facial hair covered my face. I’d packed a disposable razor and a can of shaving cream, and could have shaved if I’d wanted, but it didn’t seem that important, so I’d skipped it. My hair had grown too, but it was so short to begin with that I could probably hold off on the haircut until next month.
    I stripped off my clothes and took a long hot shower. It felt strange to return to such modern conveniences after my time on the island. Everything seemed so attainable, as if there wasn’t anything I couldn’t have if I wanted it. I almost felt guilty although I had no idea why.
    When I was done showering I dried myself and then wrapped the towel around my waist while I shaved. The hotel offered laundry services, so I gathered up all my dirty clothes and called the front desk. They promised to send someone up for them right away, so I put on the robe I found in the closet and stretched out on the bed.
    I thought about plugging in my cell phone, but I really didn’t feel like checking to see who had called. If my family and friends looked through my old journal—the one I’d left in plain sight on the nightstand in my apartment—they’d know of my intent to come here. If they were that concerned about my well-being, and not just my money, they’d know where to find me.
    The sad thing was that I really didn’t think they’d bother to make the effort.
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    I ordered lunch from room service and