The Beacon

The trek back to their first camp was slow and arduous. Voah stopped often to catch here breath and check on her injuries. There was no sleep for her as she continued on through the night.

The jungle would not relent therefore neither could she. By late morning of the next day, she saw a sight that made her heart soar with gladness and relief. Black smoke of the beacon fire rose above the canopy east of her position. It was fire she feared upon landing on this island but now it was her salvation.

She gobbled downhill, pressing on, hot and bone weary. A fever has descended on her but she would not let it prevail over her, at least not until she had reached the safety of the Hogue.