Shipwrecked on Bermuda Island: Chapter ElevenSophie: September 3, 2013, 8:22 AM
Dripping water falls gently on my nose, and I blink. Now, I am most certainly awake.
The loud, banging knocking sound on the boulders is gone, replaced by the soft pitter-patter of raindrops meeting the sand and dirt outside.
“I think she fainted from the exhaustion.” Alexis says, startling me. I thought she was asleep.
I peer through a new crack in the barricade, and sure enough a frail crumpled body lies still on the ground, unmoving.
“Are you sure she isn’t dead?” I say hesitantly. She snorted.
“I wish. But she isn’t. If you pay close attention, you can see her chest moving slowly up and down. She’s breathing.”
Observing from my little opening in the barrier that sits between the subject and me I do as she says and realizes she’s right.
Then, quicker than lightning, she get’s up and uses one icy cold blue eye to stare at me from the other side, all in one move.
It takes me little les
Shipwrecked on Bermuda Island: Chapter TenAlexis: September 2, 2013, 9:05 PM
Inside the cave for now, and I hope we’re safe. The woman is still pounding away at the barricade and screaming her head off; I’m surprised she isn’t hoarse or needing a drink of water by now.
Well because of her I can’t sleep at all. I guess that’s why I’m just going through my thoughts right now. To be honest there isn’t much to say. It’s pretty much neutral right now… nothing interesting in particular.
Sophie however is in a deep sleep, and I can’t wake her up at all. That’s because the only way I know to wake her up is by loud noises or saying her name over and over again, loudly. But I can’t do that, because then the person outside our cave will know – if she doesn’t already that is – that we are here.
Chisaki howls in the distance like a famished wolf. I lie down and stare at the blank ceiling.
I’m confused; I don’t know what to do. God help me
Shipwrecked on Bermuda Island: Chapter NineSophie: September 1, 2013, 6:05 PM
The only way to keep track of time is by looking at previous journal entries, our phones and a watch Alexis found inside a plastic bag that was inside her wallet (no questions asked).
Speaking of phones, earlier today I tried to call for help but no signal. I should’ve known. Why would there be signal on this barren island with seemingly no one but us a bloodthirsty cannibal on it?
I woke up early again and I found myself on the leaf mat. I turned my head and found Alexis on the other one, face buried into the napkins.
I sit up and crawl out of the cave onto the beach. The soft warm beige relaxes me. I lay there, sprawled on the sand and stare up at the blue sky.
Several clouds drift by and a cool morning breeze rushes by. I’m drifting in and out of sleep now. I doubt that’s healthy but in this situation, who cares, right?
I go back to shelter and drink a little water. Having filled my thirst, I grab a piece of jerky and rummage thro
Shipwrecked on Bermuda Island: Chapter EightAlexis: August 31, 2013, 12:38 PM
I remember screaming out in terror as a single brown murderous eye stared at Sophie and me. Sophie almost immediately clamped her hand over my mouth, muffling my voice.
Laughter erupted suddenly, and I realized that Chisaki was laughing hard, clutching her stomach. Sophie glared intensely at her, dumbfounded.
“Why are you laughing!?” she asked indignantly. She was pissed.
“Your reaction is just so funny! What, did you think I was going to eat you or something?”
Actually, yes. I wanted to say. I wanted to tell her to go the heck away, to leave and become normal and everything would be okay again. I’ve always wanted to have an interesting life, but this was going over the line. It was simply too much. I can’t live with it.
“Go away!” Sophie growled at her, seething. Her eyes were wild and were glittering with a sort of “don’t mess with me” sparkle.
“What’s with you? You’r
Shipwrecked on Bermuda Island: Chapter SevenSophie: August 31, 2013, 8:27 AM
I woke up early. It was hard for me to sleep. Alexis was snoring softly beside me. Her soft sleeping face looks so very peaceful, and I envy her. In the crisis we’re in currently, a sweet dream is out of the question for me. Hello, nightmares.
The little cave thing we’re hiding in is more like a hastily dug hole in the ground, to be honest. The entrance is blocked and disguised by several fallen branches covered with leaves and a few small boulders that are quite easy to push out from the inside but hard to remove from the outside. A little sunlight pours in naturally from the other side of our cave: a small serene beach surrounded by steep rocky cliffs.
The water is pristine and clear; the sand is soft and warm. Utmost privacy. If only we had food and clean water to drink, living out here wouldn’t be too bad.
From our bags we’ve found two packets of beef jerky, a package of instant noodles, two bags of Milano cookies, several pa
Shipwrecked on Bermuda Island: Chapter SixAlexis: August 30, 2013, 9:50 PM
I can’t think. It’s like the world started turning the other way and forgot about me. It’s crazy, out of control, and unbelievable, and chaotic, and did I say crazy? Because it’s totally way too crazy! My life is being turned upside down! And all because I agreed to go on this stupid cruise! We should just get this over with and say the lesson of this event is to never ever go on cruises. Or never accept weird food from weird people you don’t know.
Well, enough of my ranting. I don’t know a lot of what happened, other than the ship sinking, flipping over, almost drowning, being saved by my younger cousin Sophie (how pathetic is that), and then floating to an island she claims to be Bermuda island (well I don’t know, but it seems pretty logical after what’s happened today), and then of course being chased by the blood-thirsty mental cannibal otherwise known as Chisaki. Bees chased us as well, and then we fe
Shipwrecked on Bermuda Island: Chapter FiveSophie: August 30, 2013, 8:34 PM
It was after dinner when it happened. We were on the sky deck and I was staring at the sky, wondering what to do with myself.
The captain announced we were nearing the infamous Bermuda Triangle, and makes a few light-hearted jokes about it. The other people onboard the ship laugh. I don’t.
Chisaki has gone back to normal, for now. I don’t know what’s going to happen next time she has a breakout… will she try to eat me? I hope not, but of course I don’t want that to happen to Alexis either…
It was getting hazy and rather foggy all of a sudden. Alexis poked me in the shoulder and whispered in my ear, “Does she even know what happened?”
I take my eyes off the countless stars of the night to take a look at Chisaki. She looks pretty normal, like usual, before any of this ever happened. But she seemed to have no recollection of what had happened over the previous hours. She had no memories at all of the time s
Shipwrecked on Bermuda Island: Chapter FourAlexis: August 30, 8:46 AM
Sophie and I had stayed in the hallway all night, outside our room, not going in for fear we would get killed.
My life is going crazy. I keep pinching myself because I want; no need this to be just a really weird, crazy scary nightmare. I don’t really know what else I can do.
“Hey,” Sophie whispered beside me. We were sitting next to a plant right next to the door.
“Do you hear that?” I craned my head around, trying to listen.
“Nothing,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief.
“She’s gone quiet,” she murmured. “Did something happen?”
“Maybe she just fell asleep,” I say, trying to keep the worry out of my voice.
“I hope this ends soon. This is getting out of control,” she says, burying her face in her hands. I realize she’s holding her scarf.
“It’s going to be okay,” I tell her, although I’m trying to reassure both of us, not only her.
Shipwrecked on Bermuda Island: Chapter ThreeSophie: August 29, 2013, 8:17 PM
Finally, I had gotten Chisaki inside our room. I was lying on my bed, she on hers. She had eaten her bowl of yakisoba in peace and seemed to have forgotten about that… soup for now.
I buried my head in my hands… I couldn’t live with this forever. I wanted… no, needed to tell someone about this. The scent of blood still lingered in my nostrils, and it stank.
I grabbed my scarf and inhaled deeply.
“Ah, much better,” I murmured.
“What was that?” Chisaki whipped around from her iPad. She was watching episodes of Black Butler.
“Nothing,” I said quickly. I stared at the cousin I once thought I knew. We had gone from close friends to strangers in less than a second. I really needed to tell someone about this.
Alexis. I sat upright on the bed. Swiftly, I whipped out my phone from my bag. Soon I was typing rapidly to her.
Soph613: need 2 tell u smth
KPop4ever: k what?