Survivors (Stranded) by Jeff Probst, Christopher Tebbetts Page A

thought. No. Not that.
    He tried to unthink anything to do with food, but it was too late. Already, he was leaning over the rail again and hurling the last of his breakfast into the ocean.
    “Still feeding the fish, huh?” Suddenly, Carter was back. He put a hand on Buzz’s arm. “Come on,” he said. “Dex told me we have to get below.”
    Buzz clutched his belly. “Are you kidding?” he said. “Can’t it wait?”
    “No. Come on.”
    All week long, Carter had been running around the deck of the Lucky Star like he owned it or something. Still, Carter was the least of Buzz’s worries right now.
    It was only day four at sea, and if things kept going like this, he was going to be lucky to make it to day five.
    Vanessa Diaz sat at the Lucky Star ’s navigation station belowdecks and stared at the laptop screen in front of her. She’d only just started to learn about this stuff a few days earlier, but as far as she could tell, all that orange and red on the weather radar was a bad sign. Not to mention the scroll across the bottom of the screen, saying something about “gale-force winds and deteriorating conditions.”
    The first three days of their trip had been nothing but clear blue skies and warm breezes. Now, nine hundred miles off the coast of Hawaii, all of that had changed. Dexter kept saying they had to adjust their course to outrun the weather, but so far, it seemed like the weather was outrunning them. They’d changed direction at least three times, and things only seemed to be getting worse.
    The question was—how much worse?
    A chill ran down Vanessa’s spine as the hatch over the galley stairs opened, and Buzz and Carter came clattering down the steps.
    “How are you feeling, Buzzy?” she asked, but he didn’t stop to talk. Instead, he went straight for the little bathroom—the “head,” Dexter called it—and slammed the door behind him.
    Her little brother was getting the worst of these bad seas, by far. Carter, on the other hand, seemed unfazed.
    Sometimes Vanessa called them “the twins,” as a joke, because they were both eleven but nothing alike. Carter kept his sandy hair cut short and was even kind of muscley for a kid his age. Buzz, on the other hand, had shaggy jet-black curls like their father’s and was what adults liked to call husky. The kids at school just called him fat.
    Vanessa didn’t think her brother was fat—not exactly—but you could definitely tell he spent a lot of time in front of the TV.
    “It’s starting to rain,” Carter said, looking up at the sky.
    “Then close the hatch,” Vanessa said.
    “Don’t tell me what to do.”
    Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine. Get wet. See if I care.”
    He would, too, she thought. He’d just stand there and get rained on, only because she told him not to. Carter was one part bulldog and one part mule.
    Jane was there now, too. She’d just come out of the tiny sleeping cabin the two girls shared.
    Jane was like the opposite of Carter. She could slip in and out of a room without anyone ever noticing. With Carter, you always knew he was there.
    “What are you looking at, Nessa?” Jane asked.
    “Nothing.” Vanessa flipped the laptop closed. “I was just checking the weather,” she said.
    There was no reason to scare Jane about all that. She was only nine, and tiny for her age. Vanessa was the oldest, at thirteen, and even though nobody told her to look out for Jane on this trip, she did anyway.
    “Dex said there’s a storm coming,” Carter blurted out. “He said it’s going to be major.”
    “Carter!” Vanessa looked over at him and rolled her eyes in Jane’s direction.
    But he just shrugged. “What?” he said. “You think she’s not going to find out?”
    “You don’t have to worry about me,” Jane said. She crawled up onto Vanessa’s lap and opened the computer to have a look. “Show me.”
    “See?” Carter said. “I know my sister.”
    Vanessa took a deep breath. If the idea of this trip was