The first rays of sunlight pierce through the trees, illuminating the sandy stretch of our personal nightmare, also known as the island. My stomach lets out a growl so loud I half-expect Jasper to mistake it for a wild animal.
"I am hungry," I complain, flopping dramatically onto a nearby log. "If I don't eat soon, I'll become the very first person in history to literally die of hunger within 24 hours of being stuck on an island."
Jasper doesn't even look up as he inspects a long stick he has been sharpening for a while now. He has that composed, deliberate expression again, like he is some island survivalist expert. "We’ll find food, Thea. Relax."
"Relax?" I throw my hands up. "Relax?! Jasper, I'm about two minutes away from resorting to cannibalism, and guess who is the only other hu
