Slowly, the ceaseless scraping of Raisin's tongue stirs me.
I struggle to my knees and questions flood my numbed brain. I peer through eyes that feel slashed with glass. The air is alive with blowing sand and spume from the boiling sea.
Where's Jim?
Where's the boat?
I snake out of my soaking nest and Raisin wiggles with excitement. My arms and legs are I shreds, sliced and bruised by the rocks that saved my life. And Raisin's.
But Jim? Wham B'Ama?