Private Eye

By:  Connor, 8^th grade

              The sound of the waves beating on the warm sand rang endlessly in his ears. He had heard that sound for many weeks now. He had grown used to the noise and no longer noticed it, except for the rare occasion. The seagulls weren’t even a bother anymore. They were just another thing that made pointless noise.

              The air was humid and always had a slight breeze. The island was the same every day. There was no change to his schedule. He was tired of the same thing every day. He wanted to get off the island and go to someplace where his job would be needed. He was a private eye after all, and his skills were not to be needed on a deserted island.

              The private eye was not entirely sure how he had ended up on the island. He only could gather a few fragmented memories of what had happened while he was aboard the ship, but that was all that he needed to know.

              He was on a nice cruise ship, aisladamente, working on a case that was running out of time. He had been following a prime suspect and had traced him onto the ship. The person, however, had somehow known that he was being followed and left earlier than expected, meaning that the private eye had to change plans.

              He had been able to buy tickets off of an old couple. The pair didn't want to go since there son was coming home for a special ocassion. The tickets were free, but he had left behind a few pounds. The cuise was five star and the ticket was expensive. He had packed his luggage and boarded the ship the next day.

        That was all that he could remember. He had boarded the ship, and now he was on a small island. Yes, he could easily survive, but he had made a promise to Jane that he would find the crook. He did not give up and he wouldn't this time. But, how was he to get off of this place? He had built shelter from trees and had been able to find a steady supply of food from foraging. It just wasn't enough to survive.

    That night, the private eye sat under his wooden shelter and built a fire. He tried to warm himself, but the cold air chilled him to the bone. The stars shone brightly, but they did not lighten his mode.

    The next morning, he awoke to the sound of something crying. He slowly got up and looked around. He did not notice anything at first, but a strange huddled mass on the shore did make him curious. He approached the mass to find that it was moveing. As he learned over it, he noticed it was a person. She was soaking wet and looked exhusted. Her face looked familiar, but he could not place where he had seen her.

    He picked up the lady and carried her over to his dimming fire. He tended to it quickly to make sure it didn't die out. He needed to keep her warm if she was to stay alive. He took off her jaket and layed it out to dry. He did not dare to undress her and make sure the other clothes dried out as well. The most he could do was huddle next to her in an attempt to share body heat.

    After a while, the woman woke up, but he knew that she was still a little out of it. She needed food and water. He got up, but she groaned as she fell down to the ground. She clearly didn't have the strength to stand up.

    "It's okay," he said, "I am going to get food and water for you. Just don't move"

    He hoped that she had heard what he had said. It would be a bad idea for her to be moveing around as weak as she was. He decided to hurry and onl get enough food and water for her.

    As he arrived back, he noticed that she had sat herself up and was sitting criss cross applesauce. She had managed to change out of her wet clothes and had switch to her jacket. She was warming her hands by the fire when he approached.

    "James is that you?"