CHAPTER NAVIGATION BAR
Jill, who was the early bird of the three, woke up at around 6:30 a.m. There was smooth sand on the cave floor so Jill started building won [sic] of her "famous sandcastles." You see, Jill was photographed in the back ground of a picture. 84The man who was taking the picture was taking a picture of a Canadian compian* but Jill happened to be in the background. Jill got the impression it was because of her great sandcastle so she called them her "famous sandcastles." The picture was printed in the paper.
The man had closed his eyes but was not really asleep. He heard the movement and instantly woke up, He saw her frolicking about and grabbed her. "What are you doing?" he yelled, "I know, you were trying to escape!"
Jill started to cry and the man then noticed the ruined sand castle. He then thought that Jill must have just been playing and said sympathetically, "It's alright Jill, your name is Jill isn't it?"
"It's alright Jill" he continued.
The low smoothness of his voice awoke [sic] Patricia and Patricia awoke Melissa. They stared at this kidnapper comforting Jill as if he were her father. Naturually* Jill didn't mind be [sic] comforted even by a kidnapper because she was terribly upset at this moment. The man whispered to Melissa and Patricia for them to come sit beside him.85 They glanced at each other and hesitated to come forth. "Come on. don't be nervous" he said coaxingly. They went to him but did not get too close. They just sat near him. Jill, by this time, had stopped crying and was fidgeting to get out from under his arms, but he did not let go until several minutes later.
"Well" he said cheerfully, "We've got to go find something to eat, `cause I'm sure you three are hungry."
86As soon as he mentioned food Patricia felt a knawing* in her stomach.
"What are we going to eat?" Patricia asked.
"I really don't know we'll have to find something," he answered, But first we will go to another87 island in my boat and when we are there we will find something."
Patricia groaned and said, "I'm so hungry though!"
"Well you'll just have to wait!" he stated, "No Melissa you get the blanket and I want the three of you to follow me."
He started walking towards the edge of the beach checking in back of him just to make sure they were still there. Then they got to the beach and his motor boat was still there. He lifted Jill in and helped Patricia and Melissa in. Then he got in himself.
"This should be a good two hour trip depending on how far we go" he said placidly. "So I suggest you get the cover over yourselves and keep warm, they'll [sic] be quite a breeze once we get going!"
Jill sat on the floor of the boat and was fidgeting about and noticed a large box under one of the seats. She started to tug at it and remarked, "What's this Mr., can I take it out?"
"Well ... uh ... I" he stuttered, "I guess so, I was going to save it for later but I guess now's the best time88 for you to ... just open it!"
Patricia helped Jill take it out and then the three girls started to take off the masking tape. Finally they could open the lid of the large box. Jill gasped and the others just stared89, amazed at what they saw. It was a puppy. A small fluffy Cocker Spaniel. Jill picked it up and cradled it in her arms. It seemed to like this. Impatient Patricia exclaimed, "C'mon let me hold him, you've had a long turn." Jill gently set the puppy in Patricia's arms and Patricia squeezed the dog and cuddled it. Several minutes later the man said: "Alright, give him to Melissa now."
Carfully* Patricia handed the90 dog to Melissa. She patted him gently and placed him in the box. "What shall we call him?" Jill said as she looked up to Patricia.
The two children got into a deep conversation about91 names all the way to the deserted island. While they were talking the man smiled to himself.
Eventually, about an hour later the man stopped at a small tropical island.
"C'mon, we'll stay here."
The children stepped out carefully and Patricia was clinging onto the puppy.
"You three get back, I'm going to push this boat out."
Just as the man was about to push it Melissa yelled out, "Don't, you'd be practically comitting* suicide! We'll never be able to get off this island!"
"No kidding, that's the whole idea!!" he mocked.
Knowing there was nothing she could do, Melissa went back to the other two. The man gave it a big shove and it was off. The four people just watched it silently drift away.
"Well" he said in a satisfied tone, "That's that, did you think of a name for your puppy?"
"Yes, I did" Patricia said, "We're going to call him Whitey."
"That's very cute" said the man thoughtfully.
Slowly Patricia let go of the small black dog. It frolicked about cheerfully. Melissa watched him play and wished she were as happy as the dog.