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Date Posted: 19:23:42 09/02/03 Tue
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The small group carefully combed the beaches, looking for other survivors. Surely, if they had survived, others could have made it to the shore of this fantastical island.
Jebar shifted the weight of the food and cooking utensils on his back. He was strong, but not used to carrying two days wroth of food for three people. And the heat and humidity didn’t help much either. Still, he was thankful for his dark skin; Captain McGreggor and Lucas were looking fairly pink from the sun. By days end, they’d be quite red.
Suddenly, Namir ran ahead of the group and to the waters edge. The large tiger chased something bobbing in the surf for a moment before finally catching it in his massive paws. Almost delicately, he held the collar of a child’s shirt in his teeth, and dragged him farther up shore.
The captain and Lucas quickly ran to the man while Jebar tried his best to keep up. When he caught a glimpse of what Namir had found, he dropped the pack and ran after them.
“Good boy, Namir,” Lucas praised his pet. He rubbed the cat on its head. Namir purred, then began licking the face of the boy he had rescued.
When Jebar arrived, his heart leapt into his throat. It was his son...
"Kairo. Kairo, wake up." Almost angrily, he shoved Namir away and cradled his son in his arms.
"Here, let me see the boy," the Captain demanded. He practically had to pry Jebar’s arms away from him. But, he wasn’t happy with what he saw. At least the boy was alive.
A quick look proved that the only thing that had kept the young boy afloat for so long was a spar, through his stomach. It was a miracle that he was still alive.
Lucas put his hand on the darker mans shoulder. “Jebar, I’m so sorry.”
“No, it’s Ok. He’ll live.” Jebar continued to hug his son. “I’ve seen worse.”
Kairo coughed up a little blood and looked up at his dad. A small groan escaped his lips.
“Shh-hh-hh… It’ll be OK,” Jebar comforted.
Captain McGreggor shook his head, and began digging through the pack that Jebar had dropped. Quickly, he found what he had been looking for. He kept the knife hidden.
“Jebar, it’ll be better if we just end it for him. The boy’s not going to make it.”
“No, he’ll be fine! We just need to find him a doctor.” He hugged the boy closer, not minding the blood that seeped onto his own cloths. It had taken so much to find his son, then to find enough money to buy Kairo from the slave owner. He couldn’t die now; not like this. Tears began stinging his eyes. Why had he lived, and his son about to die?
Namir had gone back out into the surf, letting the ocean drench his coat and cool him off. He watched the humans going about some strange business with mild interest. Still, the scent of blood made him hungry.
“Jebar, say goodbye. We can’t leave him like this. It’s cruel to let him die this slowly.”
“No…” He hugged him tighter.
It took both Lucas and Captain McGreggor to pull Jebar away from his son. Lucas held him back while the Captain covered the boys face with the handkerchief from his neck, and plunged the old cooking knife into the boys heart. It was only moments before Kairo stopped gasping for air, and was at peace.
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