After lying on the beach for several long moments, he slowly rose
to his feet and looked out over the harbor. His stormy grey eyes were matched
by the rushing sky overhead. It seemed to him that the shoreline created a
natural bowl, with cliffs in the distance on his right, and rocky sandbars to
his left. Having barely escaped the clutches of the ocean's tide, he felt lucky
to be alive. Still, if the storm stirred back up, it would be terrible to be
caught unprotected on the naked beach.
He trudged further up the shoreline, driven only by the promise of
future rest and safety. After some distance, he found himself in the scraggly
hills, surrounded by shrubs and small trees. He started gathering branches, and
made a small pile of them at the base of the largest tree. He felt his pockets
for matches, a lighter, anything. To no avail. He stopped looking when he
realized it wouldn't matter anyway, his firewood was just as drowned as he was.
The clouds overhead boiled like a witch's cauldron, with whips of lightning
cracking to and fro.
It was going to be a long night.
In the distance, over the sea billows rise, he could see chunks of
his craft being tossed like driftwood. He could only hope the transponder was
somehow working, that help would come his way. Darkness fell like a curtain,
and far in the distant jungle, animals roared and screamed. Grayson curled up
in a ball at the foot of his tree. Arm under his head, he shut his eyes, with
prayers for safety on his tongue. Maybe he could catch some sleep before the
torrential downpour began again.
He drifted in and out of delirium, images of the nightmarish
depths haunting his fitful slumber. True rest eluded him. Finally, he gave up
the fight, and sat up. Thunder rolled, echoing off the cliff face. He wondered
if he would be any safer in the jungle. It was quite a hike to the edge, but
maybe he would find better shelter there. 'Or maybe,' he thought, 'I'll be
eaten...'
A strange iridescence lit the night sky. Constantly flickering
lightning mixed with thinly veiled moonlight. The beach and the jungle beyond
seemed askew. Like the earth was somehow angled wrongly, sloping upward and
just off center.
Grayson walked for what seemed like hours before reaching the
jungle's edge. Massive trees rose to the sky, blocking out the shimmering
clouds. An unfathomable darkness stretched before him, an inky black tangle of
vines and brush and trees. He hesitated. Standing tall, he stepped into the
darkness. He could feel his pupils dilating, straining for any sign of light.
He kept the beach to his back, and, not daring to venture to far in the
darkness, he found a small group of bushes with a small hollow beneath them
which seemed relatively dry and warm. If it were unoccupied, it would make a
perfect shelter for the night, however much was left of it, anyhow.
To be continued...
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