#Chapter 156: Lost at Sea

Almara’s Pov The ship sent to pick us up is delayed. It was supposed to come sometime yesterday, but never did. I begin to think about living the rest of our lives on this Island. I don’t hate the idea, what I don’t love is it wouldn’t be by choice. We have zero cell service so we can’t call the company and make sure they know we still need to be rescued, we can’t call our parents who, no doubt, will begin to worry if we are not back by tonight, in fact we can’t call any one to let them know where we are. Arthur and I have resorted to minimal talking, but neither one of us has much to add considering neither one of us knows more than the other. Arthur assures the crew member was well aware we needed a boat sent to us and there isn’t much else we can really do, but wait. We toss back theories that perhaps there was bad weather that delayed the ship, or maybe there was a miscommunication about the day we needed to be picked up. We couldn’t panic yet. Though, Grace is beginning to