KELSEY splashes back out & up the dunes of the island toward the shelter, dropping the traps hard in the sand, panting heavily.

That… would have sucked… really bad…

KELSEY collapses into the sand, as the flames lick the air. There is slight movement in the sand.

Don’t look at me like that, I did too need that nap earlier! & stop telling me how to manage my time… if you’re not less judge-y, I might stop sharing my fish with you…

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand. KELSEY snorts & fish fall to the ground in clumps.

That’s what I thought.

KELSEY throws the empty trap in the sand, leans over with a grunt & grabs another; emptying the contents on top of the previous mound of fish.

Hey, why do fish hate going to court? …because they’re always found gill-ty!

Fish fall to the ground in clumps.

Oh come on, that was a good one! 

KELSEY pauses, unable to help what’s coming.

I couldn’t miss the oppor-tuna-ty!

There is no response. KELSEY nearly snorts with laughter, doubling over with heaves of, clearly exaggerated, vigor. After far longer than warranted, KELSEY drops to a deadpan.

Whatever, I’m hysterical.

As the final fish fall, there’s a large thud, the sound of plastic, & clearly not a fish falls onto the mound.

Whoa… what the heck is that!?

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand. 

I don’t suppose you could pick it up first, could you?

KELSEY crouches down, muttering.

Opposable thumbs bailing you out as always.

KELSEY picks up an object wrapped in a plastic bag

That’s so… weird… it’s like, sealed, completely…

KELSEY tears open the plastic cautiously.

It’s a phone! Holy crap… it’s a phone! Legitimately, a phone! This is it! This is it, we’re saved!

The storm outside has plateaued into a calm patter against the tarp with the occasional burst of wind; a relative calm compared to just moments earlier.


There’s a pair of feet shuffling in the sand. Tree branches are rustling & twigs are snapping. The crash of waves is a slow, pulse in the distance. A soft ocean breeze blows calm, but threatening. KELSEY turns to a companion, scolding.

You can help, you know… 

There’s no response as the night continues to hum. The unmistakable scrape of rock on metal, trying to catch a spark. A fire is being built. KELSEY lets out a mirthless, cough of a laugh.

Of course, of course this would happen tonight, god-damnit… can you please do something?

There is no response. The night hums loudly as the wind picks up speed. A single crack of thunder reverberates in the distance. The scrape of rock on metal intensifies. KELSEY is breathing heavily.

Come on

The soft patter of rain on tarp. 


A spark catches fire & sizzles on bark, a familiar flicker of flame coats the wood. KELSEY exhales a deep sigh of relief & falls back onto the sand; spent but exhilarated. KELSEY breathes heavily, & smiles, chest heaving, staring up at the underside of the tarp.

Just… in time…

An especially large wave crashes on the shore. The rains intensity heightens, as does the fire burning closely. KELSEY’s breathing steadies.

No thanks to you, as usual… 

There is no response.

Look, I know you’re still mad, but they’re traps, that’s what they do, they trap. I can’t help it, & it’s not like you won’t get any food out of the deal either, so I don’t know why you’re complaining.

There is no response. The storm is in full stride, rapping harshly on the tarp. The fire has a few pieces of bark added to it & it flares happily. KELSEY exhales & smiles; cheeky, snarky, as if teasing a partner.

Turtles, I swear.

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand. Almost a slither. KELSEY laughs again, this time genuine & bright.

I thought that’d get a rise out of you. So predictable. Of course I’m joking. Yes, yes, opposable thumbs, I’ve heard this all before! At least get some new material.

KELSEY rummages through a bag, opens a plastic bottle & takes a large swig of liquid, gulping it down happily. KELSEY falls back hard onto the sand in pleasant exhaustion.

I can’t say I enjoyed that …but it’s about the most excitement we get around here so I’ll take it.

KELSEY rummages through a bag again.

What do you mean?

There is no response. KELSEY palm packs a box of cigarettes, removing one slowly & placing it between parted lips & continues to speak.

I’m more than content, thank you very much, I’m just saying…

KELSEY shrugs, placing the cigarettes back in the bag & holds the liberated stick up to the flames where it instantly ignites. KELSEY rests back, takes several drags, exhaling out slowly in the moonlight. The ocean pulses. KELSEY finishes the sentence simply.

I don’t mind a bit of adventure.

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand. KELSEY laughs heartily.

You’re right, very pathetic, but on a scale of one to adventure, that was at least, like, a nine. I can’t help what passes for adventure around here. Not everything can be Legend of Zelda…

There is no response.

You never played Legend of Zelda!? 

KELSEY almost chokes, completely incredulous, & goes on excitedly.

You’d love it, it’s basically a game of puzzles & strategy, but in a world where you have to weather the elements & fend for yourself against monsters & all sorts of unknown obstacles, it’s the best ever, seriously. 

KELSEY takes a long, contemplative drag on the cigarette & exhales slowly.

I wonder if that’s why I’m so good at surviving out here…

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand. KELSEY realizes the accusation & responds bitingly.

& what is that supposed to mean!?

There is no response.

I’ve got the shelter up, fire’s going, as many blankets as I’ve ever had, about to dig in… to…

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand. The storm is raging & hearty gusts of wind are whipping the tarp. KELSEY realizes the mistake with a shock, cursing in frustration.

The food! Damnit, you couldn’t of said something earlier!?

KELSEY runs through the storm toward the waters edge.



Can you see me?

An ocean wave crashes calmly in the distance & the air is relatively still. There is a calming breeze that pulses ever slightly, building slowly. KELSEY is laying in the sand holding a fragment of glass just larger than a small coconut, examining it curiously.

The real me?

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand. Almost a slither.

Can you really though?

There is no response. The island sounds drift steadily in harmony, while KELSEY & TURTLE continue to talk near the lapping waves, enjoying some time in the sun. The clouds are dark in the distance & KELSEY senses the storm.

Because I can’t.

KELSEY throws the mirror in the sand & begins to prepare the fish traps, feet smacking in the shallow end with increased frustration.

I mean I can but... not in a way that feels seen.

The ocean breaks close & KELSEY fixes the ropes to the traps with fervor, enunciating each motion. Through tying these knots, KELSEY speaks as though reminiscing about something long forgotten.

Always abstract.

Another knot.

Always... changing.

Another knot.

Sometimes, I wish I could be static... 

Another knot.


Another knot.

But then I realize…

The last trap hits moist sand with a smack that jolts a few nearby birds into the air. KELSEY grins almost maniacally; triumphant.

I am the ocean! If the sea can push & pull & never break apart, always grow stronger, then so will I!

There is no response. KELSEY becomes defensive.

Yes, I know.

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand.

You think it’s ever easy being me? 

There is no response.

Even if I am on a deserted island…

There is no response outside of a minor, slight movement in the sand.

You don’t count…

KELSEY scoffs at TURTLE’s indignation & a slight movement in the sand begins moving further & further away.

Oh come on, you know I don’t mean it that way. 

There is no response outside of an even fainter, slight movement in the sand moving further away still. A single crack of thunder claps in the distance.


There is no response. KELSEY leans forward to call out, half amused, half abandoned.

Turtle, come back! 

There is no response & the movement in the distance has subsided. KELSEY leans in further to let out a yell across the beach.

I’ll let you have some fish! 

There is no response. KELSEY collapses to the sand with a thud.

…stupid turtle.

Another thunder clap.