The Identity of the Rescue Team

As we all emerged from the forest, the view opened up in a dazzling expanse of white.

It was a brilliantly clear day, almost blinding.

It was hard to imagine anything like an anomaly appearing in weather like this.

It would be perfect for a picnic, wouldn’t it?

Even I found myself thinking, 'Maybe it really is a rescue team.'

Blue ocean, white waves breaking against the shore, and a sandy beach sparkling in the sunlight.

A tropical island beach that would be perfect for a vacation, if we weren’t stranded.

And there it was—a rescue ship.

"It really is here…. That ridiculous fortune-teller really was right."

Evelyn murmured...