Chapter 14

For once, I actually instinctively jumped for once.

The grass had a weird split at the top of it, where the oxygen spewed out of the plant. But I also heard a ringing noise in front of me. Tim lurched at the sound and fell down.

The yellow grass started to change color. This time, it turned into a sickly purple.

Tim threw up in the grass when he saw this, and the grass fed of of it.

Gross.

But I knew something was up, and I wasn’t going to go anywhere near that grass. I jerked and bolted towards the sand. It didn’t matter if the grass would be green again or if I had to eat pineapples for the rest of my life; I just wanted to live. Tim, still looking very sick, staggers as he tries to run, but he stops every so often to throw up some more goodness, if you know what I mean.

You know what, I decided to take my mind off of things and take a swim. I pull my shirt I’ve been wearing for at least a month now and just walk in the ocean. I let the waves push me towards the shore as I float calmly. I think to myself, forget about the grass, this is paradise.

But I just didn’t feel that same satisfaction as I once did before. I just wanted to get back to civilization. Get back to see America. No matter how many people claim they’re gonna make a great country “great again.”

Tim finally catches up and sits in the sand. It’s gonna be a while until we get used to this again.

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Chapter 14

Chapter 13

I wake up, and I can’t feel the wood floor of the boat anymore. And then I feel sand on my back, and next to me is Tim, with no backpack or anything. I wake up, and I see the pineapple trees towering in front of me, and the sand surrounding the island.

I realized that the submarine tricked us. Project Feynman was an experiment, and we were its test subjects. I don’t know the date. I carry an unconscious Tim with me as I sluggishly walk towards our base. But one thing was clear: we were in danger.

It took longer than expected, but being knocked out makes you weak, and it took an hour just to carry Tim back.

As we arrive to base, Tim wakes up while I carry him.

“Where aaaare weeee?” Tim asks.

“The sub tricked us. They destroyed my boat and they probably just transported you to the island too,” I reply.

I drop Tim on the ground and he lands on his feet, tiredly. He definitely took a shot to the head, looking at his lump on his right forehead.

“I don’t remember this submarine,” Tim groaned.

I knew that the punch to the head probably gave him a concussion. His loss of memories and his constant swirl of his walking and his unstable gait just seemed like it hurt bad. I was knocked by a fast submarine right to the body, so I was shaky when moving any part of my torso.

We arrived at our base but noticed something stranger than the betrayal of the submarine crew.

“What is that thing?” Tim asked.

The grass on our base looked yellow. And the grass seemed to spit out fumes of oxygen out as clouds.

Chapter 13

Chapter 12

So we explained.

The woman listens to us as her crew shuffles through the windows, looking to fill their oxygen tank back up again.

“The problem is, I only have one seat left in this sub. And if we have two people it is going to get cramped in there,” she said.

This was a problem. So Tim and I discussed the options.

“So who’s going to go in there?” Tim asked.

“Well, obviously both of us want to go in the sub. If one of us goes, this means it’s going to take much longer for the other one to go. How about we ask her if we are at the sea gyre that floats us to the US,” I replied. I turn towards the woman. “Are we at the Pacific Ocean sea gyre?”

“In fact, yes. That’s how I found you,” she responded.

So I decided to let Tim take the easy way out as long as he gave me his food bag.

“That’s a good idea. Well, I think you can survive off of this. Sorry you have to deal with this,” Tim said.

“Well, I’m on the right track. All I need to do is finish,” I replied.

So Tim grabs the woman’s hands and jumps in the submarine.

“I’m sorry we have to do this. We can give you some extra water supplies, if you need it,” the woman said.

“I’ll take them, thanks.”

“Okay, we’ll be gone then. We should be back the US in about two hours.”

And so the submarine submerged and rippled away.

And cue the calm ocean. Or so I thought.

In the night, when I was looking out, I saw a light under the water. the light was slowly but steadily heading towards my direction. I twist and turn, but the light meanders and all of a sudden, the light smashes into my boat.

It was a guided projectile, as it turns out. I was stunned by the projectile and the last thing I see is a ripple of bubbles and the coldness of… metal. Being stunned, I slowly all unconscious and everything goes dark, not that it was already dark.

Chapter 12

Chapter 11

Tim navigated the stars through trivia game knowledge and some internet searching. I rowed continuously, hearing the constant ripple of the water pulling us ahead. I hear nothing but the occasional wave bumping on our significant ship. It wasn’t the biggest of all ships, but it was impressive in its size to hold two sleeping men.

So we did the usual “lookout and rest” pattern that worked well on the island. The thing that worries me is either the ship getting wrecked or a shark eating us to death.

Excerpts from the Journal of the Director of Project Feynman

December 20th

“The men have escaped from the island due to a nice engineering project I had to admire… Our two test subjects have passed the second phase and move into the third phase of the experiment… We have sent it to sense the boat and continue the plan we had before. The Epsilon should be there soon.”

Pacific Ocean

Next morning, my muscles are drooping and are afraid to move, kind of like jelly now. Tim takes over the rowing and keeps us on track on where we are. And this continues for quite some time.  But in the brink of the afternoon, sun beating on our boat for a while, all of a sudden we see bubbles blowing in places they shouldn’t be.

“Quick, row backwards!” I scream.

“Grab an oar, Ryan! Just DO IT!” Tim shouts back at me.

I didn’t care about whether this would be a tiny fish, I just wanted to be living free.

The bubbles are getting stronger, and all of a sudden, we see a big submarine pop up. A woman in a U.S. Navy uniform opens the lid and gapes at us.

“Well, well, well. I was nervous for a second. What are you doing here?” she asks.

Chapter 11

Chapter 10

Hilde Island

So, a few days later, we find ourselves packed quickly, jam-packed with food, water, and some other useful supplies we had. But packing took only ten minutes. What really took the longest time was building a boat that would float and be large enough to sustain two people.

This came natural to me though. I had majored in physics and engineering in college and knew how to build the best boat. Tim had to cut some trees down, but with his Flex Tape (tons of it), we built a good enough boat to survive the weight and the size. So we planned our moving way. Luckily, I had that planned too.

I built four oars for our boat to help us move. Tim also said we should also be able to escape easily using a sea gyre in the Pacific Ocean to float our way to near the West Coast of the United States. Depending on when we got to the sea gyre, the journey could take up to a month to complete.

We lifted our boat towards the edge of the island and dropped the boat into the ocean. A splash of water hit me in the face. We packed our backpacks and armed ourselves with bows and arrows, just in case.

We left at night. We would take turns rowing the boat out of the island. Using some trivia with Tim, we guided our way south towards the sea gyre most likely to make us travel in a circle to arrive in the West Coast.

It was time to bring us back home.

Chapter 10

Chapter 9

Excerpts from the Project Feynman Director’s Journal:

Codewords: 

Delta: Hilde Island

Omega: Cruise Liner A1B48

Gamma: Project Feynman Research Group

November 29, 2018

“We have picked up on the Delta cameras that two men have landed on Delta. Gamma has picked up some information about them and they were onboard the Omega ship that was bound to be assaulted by the shooters we hired… They were ordered not to kill anyone on board, but to cause fear and sink the ship… Our first phase has succeeded.”

December 4, 2018

“The two subjects onboard have found some of the cameras hidden across the island… They found the key words that would hint at the date of the launch and the project that was bound to destroy Delta. Evidence of the Omega shooter has been fully deleted now. We must see what our test subjects will do to avoid their demise…”

December 8, 2018

“…We have assigned two submarines to attach it to the bottom of the island. We have planned the test to start at December 24, 2018. We also plan to give one subject an easy escape route to see what the two will decide. Date for that event is still undecided… The second phase has just begun.”

Chapter 9

Chapter 8

So after a few days everything returned to normal. Well, if you call normal occasional explosions and putting out food supply-threatening fires. But all of a sudden they stopped. And Tim and I noticed something a bit more worrisome that could threaten our survival.

“You know, I drew the map out in color including the trees, and this is what I got:” Tim said.

I looked at the map and stared. It was the symbol of radioactive material.

“What if Project Feynman is happening right here?” I asked. “What if this is Hilde Island? What if we really are on a ticking time bomb ready to explode any day now? Wait. The numbers you got, they were twelve, twenty-four, and 2018, right?”

“Yeah,” he relied blankly.

“Then what if the bomb is exploding on Christmas Eve?” I implied.

We would get a nuclear bomb for Christmas. Best present for us. If we were in the Cold War years, that is.

 

Chapter 8