Susannah's legs were sore. And no matter how hard they kicked, the island didn't seem to get any closer. But as the day wore on, the island slowly grew in size. "Come on," Susannah gasped, "We're almost there!" They kicked and kicked, inching their way toward shore. The tropical sun beat down on them and the salt water made them even thirstier. But we can't give up, she thought, not when we're so close. They took a short break and continued. Suddenly, one of them stopped kicking. Susannah was about to ask him why when she felt sand beneath her feet. They quickly dragged the life rafts to shore. Exhausted, Susannah dragged her feet forward. "We made it!" she yelled to no one in particular. Then she collapsed and darkness engulfed her.