Chapter 2

Lisa-Maries raft bobbed across the ocean caught in a fierce undertow through the rest of the day and night, Lisa-Maries senseless body sailed between the conflicting surges, whirlpools, currents of this desolate sea.

Slowly the continuous buffeting stirred the actress from her stupor, the beautiful ex-model slowly became aware of her new surroundings, the skin of the raft burned into her skin, as the burning sun of a new day welcomed her, beating down on her lightly tanned skin.

Blue water of the ocean reflected the harshness of the cruel rays back tenfold. The realisation of her situation surged like the ocean over her skin, the absence of any form of help, no food, no water, never had the beautiful New Yorker ever felt so lost and alone.

Slowly out of the morning haze a small jut of land reared out of the sea to greet her haunted eyes, offering a small hope of survival. As her small raft floated past the mysterious isle, it was once again caught by a wayward current dragging it ever faster past the island.

Realising that this could be her only chance of survival Lisa-Marie slipping into the warm crystal clear waters and swam towards the welcoming shoreline, as she struggled against the multitude of currents surrounding the isle, a sense of panic swept over Lisa-Marie as she realised how weak the last few days ordeal had left her, the land beckoned but seemed to remain out of her reach.

When her feet scraped bottom Lisa-Marie tottered to her feet, staggered the rest of the way onto a thin strip of white sand, and fell flat on her face in the brooding shadows of the ancient jungle encroaching on the beach. Only the faint, slow rise of her majestic showed that she was still alive... for the time being.