nightmare, page-31

we were all karooooooned on the barren island. Bahb and the squad were surfing on the main island where the 5 star resort is located. We had 2 days food left and raft-making materials.

Froggy and the doctor were starting to get mad at each other, and Cato was talking feverishly to himself. Marwoode was working out the legal implications. Cujo was building a model to plot our escape, and weighing up the pros and cons.

There were always a few eager punters bouncing around in small canoes offshore, periodically asking if its worth coming on the island, and something about whether the bottom has been reached yet. Someone suggested we should lure them in to our little island, and then take their food.

Someone has also suggested we build the raft and paddle over to the main island and eat Bahb.

I started to feel that perhaps I was the one going mad, and that this was just a dream. One thing was certain, I wish I'd never come here