Jun 23, 2008 09:14
As if this stupid island wasn't bad enough on its own, with all the sun and bugs and filthy sand, and sin and immorality everywhere you looked. With Dwight gone, and now her best friend Pam gone too, Angela had just about had it with this place.
She wanted to go home.
Since the island wasn't even civilized enough for a bus station, much less a decent form of transportation like an airport or a train station, Angela headed out to the dock. She figured that was her best chance for a ride back to anyplace that wasn't here. People said that the boats didn't really go anywhere, but Angela was sure they just hadn't tried hard enough.
She, Angela, was going to find herself a boat and a sailor to take her home.
belize,
angela martin