Robert Stone’s Diary
Christmas Day
My deputy son, Tony, pulls me out of the water.
Tony, “Did you see Jimmy?”
I say shivering and panicked,
“It was so dark. I felt him next to me. I couldn’t get his belt off. I tried.”
Tony says, “Dad, it’s not your fault. We had no idea all this…”
Tony stopped talking as he realized I wasn’t listening. I am just staring at the upside down plane in the water and taking this really hard realizing our pilot is likely still in the plane, underwater.
After eternity passes I come to my senses and pull out my satellite phone.
I look at it to see if I have a signal and start to shake it when there is nothing.
I then throw it onto the sandy beach right where we stand.
Damn! Damn! Double damn!