As the raft drifts closer, an irrational fear grips me. Am I bound for jungle paradise or horror movie? Flashes of feral boys, a conch, a parachute come unbidden.
A thin strip of sandy beach separates jungle from ocean. I pull the raft clear of the waterline, prop it up for shelter.
The thunderous boom of a trumpet shell reverberates across the island. The odds on survival’ve gone down.