Destination: Unknown: A Desperate Tale Of Survival by Larry Dodson

Author:Larry Dodson [Dodson, Larry]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Larry J Dodson
Published: 2015-02-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Living Hell

Brandon spent the rest of the afternoon using the dinghy to ferry supplies back to camp. LuAnn, like Judy, had managed to stash food in every available nook and cranny she could find. The dinghy only held a small shopping carts worth of food forcing Brandon to make half a dozen round trips from Mark’s boat to the house. It was tiring work. The relentless squeak, squeak, squeak of the wheelbarrows dry axle only served to heighten the tension. As he rolled the last load of food to the back door of the house Judy informed him they would be eating soon.

During the day Brandon had noticed Richard transforming an interior door from the house into a picnic type table. The table sat surrounded by two bench seats on each side fashioned from planks sitting on top of rusty five gallon buckets. It was obvious eating from now on would be an outside affair.

The women did their best to hide the crudeness of the “dining room table” by utilizing a blue tarp from one of the boats as a tablecloth cover. Dishes adorned with nautical flags, knives, forks and glasses also recently transferred to the island, created a festive look. The scene resembled a family picnic in a park.

Amanda exited the rear door banging a large pot with a ladle.

“Dinner time. Dinner everyone!”

Brandon was looking forward to finally having the opportunity to sit down and talk to Richard and Mark.

The men gathered at one end of the table as Judy brought out a large pot half full of stew. Any illusions of a family picnic went out the door as Judy served two small scoops of stew on each plate. LuAnn followed Judy filling their glasses with water.

Brandon lost control.

“That’s all we get? I worked my ass off all day and that’s it! Two small scoops of stew? You got to be kidding!”

Judy spoke for the kitchen crew.

“That’s all we’re entitled to eat according to George. He made me leave half the pot for them in the kitchen. He thinks guard duty entitles them to more food.”

“That brings up my first question. Who put George in charge?”

“George put George in charge” Richard, mumbled in a low voice.”

“Why didn’t you just…”

Brandon was cut off by Judy making a “shush” sound as George, Mike and Jordan walked out of the house and made their way toward the table.

“I want you guys to step it up. If you wanna eat your gonna have to work harder or starve. I don’t want to see anyone dragging ass tomorrow.”

Jordan and Mike with rifles in hand smiled as they took up position behind Brandon and Richard.

“Really George? These guys look pretty beat to me. What’s so important we have to bust ass?”

Brandon could see the other members at the table instantly tense up. Mike standing behind Brandon took a step forward and without warning whacked Brandon’s shoulder with the butt of his rifle. The impact of the blow practically knocking him to the ground.

“Number one rule on my island don’t ever question my authority.

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