“Get back here!” Blaire screamed into the storm, gripping the rail until her knuckles turned white. She knew they couldn’t hear her, but she shouted anyway. “You have a Goddamn kid, Diane! You’ve got an OBLIGATION !“

Tray came up next to her, his face grave. “What are you shouting your lungs off about?”

“They just left,” Blaire sputtered, pointing into the tumbling waves. “They abandoned us.”

“Are we going to die?”

Both adults stared in wonder at the child.

“No, honey,” Blaire said, her iron hard tone back. “We’re not going to die.”

“Are we alone?” Anastasia asked, “because mama always tells me alone isn’t good.”

“We’re alone for the moment,” Blaire said, trying to keep her balance on the rocking deck. “But when the storm is over, we’ll all be fine.”

“Blaire, look!” Tray nodded his head off towards the east.

“What is it?” Blaire squinted, and her heart leapt when she saw what she thought was the outline of land and mountains.

Blaire and Tray turned to each other.

“Easter Island!”