It had been days since Eli arrived at the island. The tent looked more like a home than a temporary shelter with each passing day.
The storm had passed and the sea was already calm. As he looked into the horizon where the sky and the sea met he could not distinguish where one ends and the other begins. They almost had the same hue.
He was now lying down on the sand. Waiting for time to pass and for Fida and Aliyah to get back.
The two of them went diving to the shipwreck to salvage any kitchen items they could find. It was hard to cook for hungry men and women with two small pots.
“Hermanito, how is the fire going?” Eli called on Pablo who was busy making a fire pit for their lunch. It was each for their own survival.
Sultan Zaman and his wives had two servants who did everything
