by Gabi Moore
“That boat is mine! How dare you! Are you insane? That was my ticket out of here, you stupid idiot!” she yelled, hopping from foot to foot like she was about to explode with rage.
“Your ticket?” I slurred. “Bitch, I found it, it’s mine. And now I’m burning it,” I laughed.
The face she gave me was so dripping with rage it was almost as hot as the fire between us both.
“I’ll fucking kill you,” she hissed, and lowered her weight like she was going to pounce on me. But she thought better of attacking me and instead tried again anxiously to pull the boat from the flames.
The others had snapped out of their stupor and were now yelling at me, yelling at Charlie, yelling at each other.
“Is that a boat?”
“Where on earth did that come from?”
“Everyone just calm down!”
“Anthony what happened to you?”
“Tell me that’s not vodka.”
“Oh my god, there are other people here?
Ellie and I stood on opposite sides of the blaze, time slowing down for a moment, just enough for us to lock eyes. She was still just as beautiful as always, but this time she was tainted.
Dirty.
I had forgiven everything in her past before because she needed me, because I was the one who was going to save her from it all. The fact is that Ellie was never the perfect woman, and I couldn’t pretend she was anymore.
She was broken.
In the past her brokenness had made her interesting. Had made her vulnerable. Had made her mine. But not anymore. Now the potential for purity I had seen in her was all gone. She was just a worthless, typical woman, and I had been a fool trying to help her in the first place.
She looked at me sadly but I felt nothing. I tore my gaze from hers and saw that Charlie was now trying to roll the boat in the sand to quench the flames. Nope. I couldn’t have her do that. I leaped at her and clutched her around her waist, tackling her to the ground. She cried out and fought back immediately, bringing down a rain of pummeling fists onto my neck and head. The pain was so intense I was sure she had split my skull open like a watermelon, but she didn’t stop there.
Though I held her fiercely she started to kick and buck, twisting under me till she could knee at my guts and pry me off her. But even drunk I was stronger than her. Though the others were now yelling at us both to stop, the fight was well underway, and I certainly wasn’t going to hold back just because she was a woman. Just when she thought she had me, I spun around hard and managed to bring the back of my hand across her face, slapping her brutally so she reeled back away from me, stunned.
“Anthony, stop!” Ellie cried.
But I wasn’t going to stop. In a flurry of hands trying to pull us off one another, I saw blurred out the edge of one eye another hand that went for my remaining vodka bottle. I got to my feet, Charlie still clinging to my legs and wrestling me down, but wasn’t quick enough to stop her from grabbing the bottle. I heard a smash as the bottle broke and smelt the sudden scent of alcohol in the air.
My eyes closed as I dug deep to find the last reserves of energy I had to push her off me completely. I lifted my hand to strike her again but this time, a blinding sharp pain exploded under my ribs. I looked down to see the jagged edge of the broken bottle piercing right into the flesh of my side. The pain reached its peak and then turned into nothing. A sheet of white sparkled behind my eyes as I felt myself slump and heard the others screaming hysterically.
I took a few zigzagging steps as my broken body crumpled to the sand. My midsection felt wet to my fingertips. Kneeling, my bright red fingers told me she had stabbed me. My head whirled violently but I could no longer feel the pain. I could no longer feel anything. I relaxed my neck muscles and let my head fall heavy into the powdered sand.
This is what Ellie wanted, wasn’t it? A big, brutish alpha male asshole who would get into vicious fights?
Laughing to myself, I slowly managed to lift myself up again. The alcohol had anesthetized me. My body was nothing but a numb, dead slab of meat. I stood and flung myself at Charlie’s now turned back, clinching both arms tightly around her neck and pulling back hard.
“Anthony, let go of her!” came the cries again.
“I don’t even hear your voice anymore, Ellie! You are dead to me! You hear that? You no longer even exist for me!” I screamed, and the air in my lungs seemed to give me an extra boost of energy to pull Charlie back down to the ground again. I yanked hard on her messy pigtails, trying to top her.
“Anthony …please…”
Charlie’s fist came ringing through the air and laded brutally onto my left cheek. I felt the vibration but not the pain. I laughed in her face.
“You’re all fucking dead to me” I spat and continued wrestling her for all I was worth.
“Anthony, it’s over!”
The fighting stopped for a brief second. I followed the gaze of the others to a spot on the ground. I couldn’t make out anything at first, but then I saw it: her engagement ring. She had ripped it off and flung it to the ground, and now she was standing with both fists balled at her sides, tears streaking her face, glaring at us both.
“We’re through, Anthony. It’s all over. It ends here,” she yelled.
I had never seen her so emotional. But again, I felt nothing. Nothing but sweet, empty numbness blanketing over me. For a moment, I stood and just stared at the ring, at her, at the group of people looking on in horror, waiting for my reaction. It was enough to give Charlie a window to stumble to her feet and knee me hard in the ribs again. I howled in pain as we tumbled back into one another again, fighting as viciously as only two people with nothing left to lose can fight.
“Enough!”
I tried to lift my head. It was Todd, and he had both his arms linked through Charlie’s elbows. He was pulling her roughly off me, as both Livvy and Carl descended and tried to help me stand. Charlie went off kicking and screaming as Todd pulled her away, sand flying as she thrashed in his arms. Eventually he pushed her aside and she staggered to her feet, nose red. Wiping the blood on the back of her arm, she gave me a sour look but stood down. Her face was covered in scratches and her hair stuck out in all directions from her ruffled braids. I didn’t even want to know what I looked like.
“That’s enough. No more. You two should be ashamed of yourselves,” Todd said.
Livvy was now at Ellie’s side, stroking her hair as she looked on in tearful shock. I only had enough strength to lay in the same heap I was left in, breathing with difficulty, the rip at my side hanging bright red and open like something from a horror movie. The fire roared on, but the boat had been dragged far enough from it that the flames had been smothered by sand and now it lay steaming and smoking, tipped on its side. By some miracle, it was still more or less intact, although seriously charred.
The hungry flames flicked madly as we all stood and waited for something to happen. Todd stood, arms hanging at his side like the jutting ape he was, and Livvy and Ellie were both sobbing into one another’s arms. Carl merely stood and watched with empty eyes, and Charlie was sliding her jaw from side to side, running tender fingers through her mouth to fish out any loose teeth. I was bleeding onto the sand, feeling how my hold on life was getting more tenuous by the second.
Todd cleared his voice and spoke up.
“He’s drunk. Even here…” Ellie muttered. “Even here.” Her voice was nothing but a stunned whisper.
I gave them all a sarcastic, bloody grin. Todd sprang to action and signaled to the others.
“Carl and Livvy, you need to help him, please. Try to keep the sand out of the wound and try use the vodka that’s left over to sterilize everything you touch. Charlie, you and I are going to fix this boat up and prepare some food. Ellie…” here he looked at her with a sad knot in his eyebrows. “Ellie you lay low for now, you don’t look so good.”
Asshole.
The white haze behind my eyelids was descending again. It was like a literal
curtain falling down over my life, and I was now seeing the end of this strange, final act that I never guessed I’d have a starring role in.
I passed out to the sound of anxious voices talking quietly around me.
Chapter 18 - Todd
I didn’t like the guy. Not one bit. I thought he was an uptight piece of shit with a chip on his shoulder, and I didn’t trust him one bit. But he was important to Ellie. I couldn’t just stand by and watch Charlie lay into him like that. And as for swallowing as much alcohol as he did? I wouldn’t say I had respect for the fact that he was somehow still alive. But the poor guy at least deserved the chance to sleep it off.
I tried speaking to Charlie but she wouldn’t listen. She dragged a log off close to the water’s edge and sat it on it for the longest time, sulking. I shook my head at the blackened boat that had caused all the trouble. It was amazing, how close I had come to doing something so stupid because of what… a bashed up old wooden canoe? That canoe? I guess everyone was losing their minds out here, me included.
I thanked my lucky stars I hadn’t given in to Charlie’s harebrained scheme and in a strange way, glad that Anthony had finally bought this whole mess to a head. Him and Ellie were finished, that much was clear. But that didn’t really change the challenges we all faced now.
Nobody had the guts to say it, but Ellie’s foot was looking worse and worse every hour. We were one man down and Charlie was utterly despondent. That left me and the couple, and they were already completely distracted trying to tend to Anthony’s gash while he was still knocked out cold. So, I was left to fix the boat on my own.
I grasped the ends of the hull and with one strong movement I flipped it over, sending a hollow thwock sound echoing over the beach. It was quite remarkable; unlike anything I’d seen before. It wasn’t a commercially made vessel. In fact, as I looked closely, the bands that seemed at first to be strips of wood were only carvings into one single, solid chunk of wood. It was a dugout tree trunk.
I gazed around the horizon to the edge of the forest. There weren’t trees big enough there to make something like this, and there probably had never been. Whoever made this boat was long gone, that was for sure.
I examined the surface carefully. The fire had scorched the outer surface quite badly, but to my relief, the inside was still solid and untouched. I knocked my knuckles all up and down its gently curved hull, sending charred flakes flying off the surface.
No termite damage. No cracks. Damn it, it just might work.
I squatted down low and dragged it over to the water’s edge, and Carl soon noticed and came trotting along after me, running inside the wet line the dragging hull left on the shore behind me. Charlie paid us no mind. She just sat crouched in her spot, hugging her knees and head hidden.
“You think it’ll go?” Carl said, eyeing the dugout.
“We’ll soon find out.”
I splashed into the surf and the second the wood cut into water’s surface it felt lighter and more buoyant under my grasp. I dug my feet into the sand beneath and leant back to pull the canoe further out, and it slipped happily onto the water. Carl stood on the other side and looked down into the hull with interest – no leaks. The inside was rough and covered with soft moss, but at least it was dry. We shared a smile. Maybe I had been too hard on Carl. After all, him and his hippy wife were so far the only ones who had avoided nearly killing themselves in under a week out here …maybe they had had the right attitude all along.
“It won’t hold up in any storm,” he said, “but if the weather stays just like this, it could carry two people a ways.”
I noticed how he avoided saying which two people it might carry. I squinted and looked out to the horizon. At this point, the existence of anything other than this hellish island was beginning to feel like a matter of personal belief. But he was right. This may the last and only solution we would get.
“I’ll hold it steady, and you hop in,” he said, and anchored his hands wide on the worn brim. I nodded, jumped up and lifted myself inside, the edges wobbling and listing for a moment before I lowered my weight again and steadied myself. We exchanged more grins. The wood beneath me felt heavy and safe and solid.
For a moment, I pictured that it had escaped its life somewhere long ago and floated out here just like we had. Maybe it used to belong to ancient American Indians centuries ago or maybe it was even older, and the last people to inhabit this place were from a time far back in prehistory. A primitive, savage race with no language, and no civilization. I ran my hands over the fluffy, splintered fibers inside. A bit like the six of us, I thought darkly.
“Well?”
“It’ll hold,” I said, then hopped out. His face was filled with questions.
“How is Anthony?” I asked, trying to segue gently to the real issue before us.
“Not good. I’m no doctor, but I’d say he has alcohol poisoning. I don’t know what happens if you drink a half gallon of vodka instead of water, and then sleep outside for a night, but I’m amazed he’s still with us at all. And that cut? That’s not good.”
I nodded. I was embarrassed on Charlie’s behalf. My fears that she was only a few steps away from homicide were looking more and more founded.
“You and Livvy weren’t able to do anything with it?”
His face went serious.
“Livvy unwound the cotton from a button on her sundress. She pierced him a couple times with her earring and tried to stich him closed, but it’s a big wound, Todd.”
I was touched with how much responsibility he was taking for a man who had done nothing but make a nuisance of himself since we landed here. I tried to shake the image of Anthony’s grisly injury from my mind. Though I felt for the guy, going on a massive bender at a time like this showed some serious lack of foresight.
“The boat holds two. We should make a decision who goes,” I finally said. Carl nodded as though he’d been expecting the question.
“Well, you should go,” he said, and we both started to push the floating canoe back to land. The water lapped curiously around the hem of my trousers, cool and fresh. We reached the beach and pushed hard to wedge the boat into the sand and lock it there. I gave it a few firm kicks to loosen some of the ash still clinging to the outside.
“Who else?” I asked.
He wrung the water from his own trousers.
“Take the girl. Take Ellie.”
I was surprised. I had expected him to motivate why he should go, at the very least, or maybe his wife. We walked leisurely back to the pit together.
“Ellie needs medical attention. She’s in bad shape but if she gets help in the next couple of days, she’ll be OK. Charlie can bite my ass, that girl is crazy. Anthony isn’t well enough to travel. And to be honest I’m not sure anybody here would care to go with him.”
“But what about you and Livvy?”
He made a simple, straightforward smile at nothing in particular.
“Well, we’re strong. We’ll be all right. And you’ll come back for us, won’t you, Todd?”
I had a lump in my throat. I extended my hand to his and we shook.
“Carl, so help me, the very second we make it to safety I’m sending someone back to get you and Livvy.”
He nodded and we walked a little further up. This time Charlie raised her head and watched us approach. I didn’t feel like talking to her. Didn’t feel like hearing the next installment of her arch evil plan. But things were moving now and whatever happened, we still were all in this mess together.
“Charlie, we’ve come to a decision. Ellie and I are going to head off in the boat and bring back help for us all.”
Better to just rip the Band-Aid off. If her performance over the last hour was anything to go by, it was possible that she’d jump up right now and try to tear my head clean off my shoulders. But she didn’t. She kept sitting, staring off, looking sullen.
“You should go,” she said quietly, her voice croaking. Carl and I exchanged surprised glances. She
shrugged and put her forehead back on her knees.
In all the time I had known Charlie, I had never seen her give up before. Never seen her admit defeat, not even when she was face down in a foot of mud, sleep deprived and leopard crawling through barbed wire with an eighty-pound backpack strapped to her. Not on any drills, not when we were all exhausted and many other good men had given up and quit. But Charlie looked like she had finally quit. I considered walking over to her and saying a kind word, but then I thought better of it. We all had our own burdens out here, and I couldn’t make her mine. Besides, we would come back. This nightmare now had a timeline. It would have an endpoint, too, and Ellie and I would be the ones to go and bring it closer to us all.
“Let’s go and find something to make some oars out of,” Carl said. I admired his calm demeanor, and quietly promised myself I’d emulate it.
“Just a second,” I said as we walked past our pit.
Ellie was sitting silently with Livvy, and they watched me approach without a word. By now it was hard to ignore the painful looking redness creeping all the way up her white thigh. She was starting to look thin and gaunt, too, and the sun was starting to bleach out the silk of her dress. It broke my heart.
“How’s he doing?” I said and gestured towards Anthony. They had placed him down on his side under a tree with his shoes under his head, and his knees pulled up high. I felt for the guy. Neither of them said anything, though, which I took to mean the worst.
“The plan is settled,” I said. “Ellie and I will go off to find help, we can leave first thing tomorrow morning.”
Carl joined me to walk off.
“Me?” Ellie said. “But I’m completely useless, why should I go? Take Livvy or Carl.”
“The sooner we can get you out of here the better. Your foot, Ellie,” I said, unable to tear my eyes away from it. I could visibly see her swallow. Maybe pride made her want to argue, to be selfish and suggest someone else go instead. But I could tell the pain and discomfort of limping around this island was wearing her down, and won out over any misgivings she had about coming onto the boat alone with me.
