He has been waiting for forty-five minutes. Alone on this side of the island, he could feel the cold slowly getting into him, his strength diminishing with each move he was trying to make. His leg was torned in some uncanny shape after his fall of the small cliff. Hopefully some tourists finally saw him, them at the top, him at the bottom. But it would all be ever now. The helicopter was here.
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