Rosalind
At first, I think Orlando's playing a trick on me, but as he runs away from me, I turn around, and sure enough, there's a boat in the distance. Orlando runs down the beach and is waving his arms wildly, trying to get the ship's attention.
"It's a ship!" I announce out loud. "A ship! A ship!"
I'm filled with euphoria. I've never been happier in my life. A ship! We're saved!
I run after Orlando, waving my arms at the ship too, and screaming at the top of my lungs. "We're here! We're here!" I shout over and over.
Orlando stops running, and I stop behind him. "They're slowing," he tells me. "They're slowing down!"
He takes me in his arms and swings me around. When he puts me down, we look out at the ship, which has stopped in the water. "It's not a yacht," I say.
"It's not pret
