Python

Graham's POV:

As I approach the island slowly, I begin to be able to see the details. It's only a small island, I can see the end of it without any problems. There are some rocks, but it is mostly sand. If I'm right, there's also a cave at the right of the island, hidden underneath a huge stone.

Then I notice multiple figures. I quickly count them; there are four of them. My heart jumps a little bit as I realise what that could mean. Because who, apart from my friends, would be located on a lonely island in the middle of the ocean, now?

I let myself go with the flow of the waves, that drive me towards the island.

Michael's POV:

We are now with just the four of us. John seems to be doing better now, and he can even stand for a few seconds.

But. The Big Question. Where are Terry G and Graham? If the four of us have been so unexpectedly lucky to have stranded on the same island, why couldn't they have that privilege?

I look around me, at the always lasting ocean. Nothing. I turn to look at the island again.

At first I don't see anything. Then Terry J stumbles over his own feet right in front of me and falls right on his face. I look down to see if he's alright, trying to keep my laughter to myself.

But as I look down, I spot something from the corner of my eye. I quickly look towards my right, and narrow my eyes.

"Hey, look over there." Eric says. Apparently he's seen it too.

"What's that?" John asks. Then I hear him gasp. "Or who is that?" He adds softly with a hint of excitement in his voice.

We keep silent for exactly two seconds, till Terry J screams:

Terry J's POV:

"Graham!" I immediately change my horizontal position into a vertical one and start to run towards him. The others follow suit.

Graham is sitting on a piece of wood, just where the waves didn't come anymore. He's looking around in amazement, it seems.

"Gray, are you okay?" Michael asks. Graham looks up. It seems to take him some time to recognise us. Then a wide smile lightens his face and he tries to stand up with our help.

"I'm fine, you?" He asks.

"We're all great, some scratches here and there but that's all." John answers delighted.

We're so happy to be with the five of us now, that we almost forget about poor Terry G. Terry G! Almost forgot him.

"Guys, we need to find Terry. If we are here with the five of us, he must be here too!" I say. They nod.

"Okay, Eric, you search there." John points to the West end of the island. "Mike, there. Terry, East side. Gray, bit more to the North, but also East. I'm sorry, West I mean. No, South-"

"Gray, just search over there." Eric interrupts and points to the South-East. John rolls his eyes.

"John, North side." Eric continues. "Don't forget to scream If you've found him."