More ominosity...
After the fright of the previous night, things on the island seemed to go back to normal for the day. The animals went about their business in the jungle, the stranded passengers went about their business around the beach and cave area. All seemed calm with the world again. Well, asides from being stuck miles and miles away from civilization, that is. Perhaps the five day countdown had been forgotten by most of the boys by now… Perhaps it was eating away at the back of the minds. Who knows? Maybe when they went to bed that night, nothing would happen.
By now though, they should really know much better than that.
Just before sundown, when the shadows grew long, some of the inhabitants may have noticed that elements of their supplies had slowly disappeared. Nothing edible or otherwise essential, nothing that would really be noticed. Just all of their signal flares slowly disappearing from the supply area.
At sundown when the darkness had crept over the beach and the only things that could be seen were from the stars above, a row of all of the flares lined themselves up on the beach and set themselves off in a bright blaze. Fortunately for the forces behind this event, the beach was abandoned, instead now all could be seen were the flares flying gleefully into the air to notify the expanse of empty sea that there were people stranded on this island.
If anybody had looked up and closely when the flares went off, they would have noticed that they were very strategically organised.
4
Then at 4am that very morning on the dot, the speakers once again sparked to life. This time a slightly happier male voice.
"Four days~"
There was a little mischievous laugh attached onto the end.