For the most part, Zane spent his time lazing on the sand, retreating to the shade offered by the various plants only when his skin started to burn. He had forgotten where he had abandoned his shirt and coat.

He wasn't sure if he could find his way back to his pants or if someone else had made off with them, but if they had, he didn't think that he cared.

What was the point?

He didn't even know how long they'd been on this stupid island and he was getting really sick of living a diet that consisted of whatever fish they managed to catch (well, fish others caught that he mooched off of) and coconuts.

Boy was he sick of coconuts.

But his stomach rumbled and he peeled himself off of the stand and slowly climbed to his feet, dusting the grains off of him. His head tipped back, green eyes following the long tree trunk to see the hairy fruit at the top.

Here came the true question, as he swayed in place, did he really want to bother with another coconut?

His stomach said yes, but his heart said please no.

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