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into our area.  After taking them out we took a break to eat what we had brought with us in our packs.  After the Publix no one was really hungry.  But we needed some energy to load the boat and get back to the fort.  We were all running on empty.
         Loading the boat was frustrating.  We had to walk down a pier and we couldn’t get that close to the boat to begin with.  We found a few carts and that helped but it was back breaking work.
          “Ryan,” said Mike.  “Don’t react.  Got it?”
         “Sure,” I laughed to make it convincing.
         “I think we’re being watched.  Over near the main parking entrance, blue SUV, passenger window down.”
         I looked over as cautiously as I could while pretending to stretch my back.
         “They pulled up just a minute ago.  I’m sure of it,” said Mike.
         “Okay, let’s keep an eye on them.  Without being obvious, of course.  And not just at them.  They could be a diversion.”
         Everyone nodded and we continued our work.  It took almost two hours to load the boat.  The SUV left after about fifteen minutes.
         “What do you think?” asked John.
         “Well, they didn’t want to come say ‘hello’ which means they weren’t in need of any supplies.  That could mean they are powerful.  Or at least think they are.”
         “If they were powerful why didn’t they just come on over and take what they wanted?  They could’ve surprised us easy.”
         “They could’ve been a scouting party; maybe two or three people.  Not enough to be sure they’d take us.”
         “Well, they know where we live now,” said Tom.  “Doesn’t take a genius when they saw us loading the boat.”
         “We’ll see them coming.  It’s one of the great things about an island home.”
         Once we cast off I called the fort and let them know our ETA.  It was still strange to me that Sam didn’t answer the radio when I called.  The rest of the team crashed and I kept watch while I maneuvered the boat.  We certainly filled up on supplies but got nothing that would help us become more self sufficient.  No seeds.  No tools.  No rain barrels.
         I couldn’t help but get a little depressed about our success.  I had to wake everyone up when we got close to the fort.  But docking didn’t go too bad and we were soon secure.  Everyone who could carry something was there to help, including Mal and Tabby.  Lois wouldn’t let Tracie carry anything so she was on lookout.
         “Tracie, copy.”
         “This is Tracie.”
         “I think we were watched as we loaded the boat so keep an extra sharp eye out.”
         “10-4.”
         After the boat was unloaded I went to take a nap.  Thor decided I needed company.  I did not get much sleep as my horrible dreams came quickly.  If only I’d moved quicker when Sam got caught, she’d be alive.  Maybe if I pulled harder, maybe if I’d been better, done more, she’d be alive.
         Tabby came to get me when I didn’t show up for dinner.  But it was nearly my turn to go up on lookout.  I grabbed some food and headed up to relieve Tracie.
         “How was your day?’ she asked.
         “Exhausting.  I don’t know how we can keep this up.”
         “But, you got a lot of supplies today.”
         “Yeah, but some of that was luck, which’ll run out eventually.  And we are no closer to being self sufficient.’
         “We’ll need these supplies while we work towards being able to take care of ourselves.  You’re doing a good job Ryan.  All these people are alive because of you.”
         “There’s too many people who aren’t here.  Too many faces gone.”  I sat down and tried not to cry but the tears came anyway.  Sam had died just four days ago.  Tracie put her hand on my shoulder.
         “We’ve all lost people Ryan.  You miss your wife.