The Island Part Eight

All hell lets loose on Hell Island

Photograph by Tyler Collins on Unsplash

I reached for the door handle and eased the door open. There, right in front of me was……….

"……Kell.
Bejaysus Kell, am I glad to see you. Man this place is so freekin weird. Come in. Suddenly I noticed he was wet through. Shit man, what happened?

You couldn’t wait for that skinny dip with those two lovely nurses you had lined up for us tonight at the hotel pool or what? Here let me get you a towel and some dry clothes of mine, if they’ll fit you."

“ Nah, it’s ok, I’ll only be a minute. Those two freekin goons saw me out in my new boat and rammed me.”

“ Whaaaaat?”

“ Yeah, I’m ok, which is more than I can say for my new boat. She’ll be ok, a bit of fibreglass and she’ll be right as rain in no time at all.

Fortunately I was just coming back in and I wasn’t too far from dry land. I had to swim about a mile or so. All that gym work came in handy I can tell you……

.......Listen, I need to go get sorted back in my room. Do me a favour, open up the bar when it’s time, I’ll pop in later to see if everything is ok. Shouldn’t be too busy tonight, I saw the two tourist boats leaving for the main island, full to the bulwarks they were. Here grab these keys…