Carlos was amused.

“It was playing a practical joke on you.”

Debbie glared at the killer whale, which had closed its mouth.

"That was not funny!"

"You're too jumpy. Relax," Carlos said.

Debbie snorted in denial. And that was when the killer whale started to push them towards the shore.

“What's it doing?" she asked.

Carlos shook his head.

When they finally stood in about 4 feet of water, the whale broke off and made for deeper waters. Then when it came back, the killer whale rubbed its head against Carlos' shin, and circled around him.

Only then did Debbie notice that his leg was bleeding. He had been injured in the water somehow. The shark must have smelled the blood.

She squatted to examine the cut.

"I'm sorry I forgot you were hurt. We were in the water a Long time. Why didn't you say something? The sea is salty. That must hurt Like hell."

Carlos looked at the deserted island and said, “It's nothing."

“How did it happen?"

"A fish scratched me. It happened so fast I didn't have any warning. It looked like a swordfish," Carlos replied.

Debbie stood up.

“No disinfectant, no bandages. I guess you'll have to tough it out."

“That's okay," Carlos said.

Debbie sat on the sand, looking at the vast ocean.

"I don't want to swim ever again she said. She had stayed in the water longer than she ever had. In fact, she wondered if she'd spent more time in the water than her entire life combined. When she jumped over the side, it was more terrifying than when she had fallen into the river three years ago.

Sitting next to her, he could feel the depth of emotion in Debbie's soul. He took her into his arms and kissed her on the Lips.

‘Thank you for being alive. Thank you for not leaving me alone.'

Their mouths were dryer than tinder, but they kissed passionately anyway.

After a Long while, Carlos let her go. They were both panting.

“Don't worry. I'll go find a way out of here," he reassured her in a husky voice, their foreheads touching.