Hugh Hamilton
As they trudged off reluctantly towards the airport, an enormous ear splitting explosion rang out from the north.
"Jesus!" exclaimed Grace, looking up at the disturbingly unstable volcano on the other side of the island.
"Christ!" added Hugh as molten lava bubbled sickeningly out of the peak.
"Almighty!" completed Ben as red hot rolling streams defecated the airport below.
They ran to the beach and leapt into the waves before their side of the island was cooked. They watched in horror as lava tore off chunks of land and spat them into the sea.
"Holy!" cried Grace.
"Moly!" cried Ben.
Hugh bobbed impatiently and glared at Ben while a blackened piece of flak landed dangerously close to Grace.
"I think we should keep swimming," said Grace with her eyes fixed on the floating debris. They agreed.
When they were a safe distance away, they stopped and caught their breath.
"Where to now?" asked Ben.
"Let's head for those plane ruins," replied Grace.
They swam and climbed onto the half submerged wreckage.
"OK," said Ben, "what now?"
"Hoist up the John B sails!" said Hugh and smiled.
Ben shrugged and lay back on the warm metal. Hugh did the same. Grace turned her head and watched the island die slowly in the distance.
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