We both made a final sprint to the island. We got closer and closer. Nothing. The island disappeared. Then we realized we hadn’t eaten in days. This “island” was an illusion from our brains to keep us sane. And those birds too. The squeaks were fake. That was the final straw for me and Captain Avery. We kept swimming through the deep blue ocean for miles. We were stuck. Captain Avery passed out from shock. I soon accepted my fate. Ver más