I’m now flanked by him and Wick, and this makes me feel better. We’re all barefoot. The guys finally decided to take off their shoes. They sit in a pile next to Skate. I wish there was a way a shoe could be useful. But shoes really only work as footwear. “We should use the twenties to make another cash rope,” Wick says. Landon doesn’t look at him. “Okay.” “You’ve got the twenties,” Wick says. Landon reaches into his jeans and pulls out two wadded bills. I should suggest using the shoelaces, but I don’t want another argument with Dale about lace worth and possible deserted islands. “I want to take a nap,” I say. I am so tired. “Stay awake,” Landon says. “Help me fish.” “I want sleep,” I say. Landon doesn’t argue with me. But I think maybe he’s right. Maybe I should try to stay awake. “My life is suck,” Dale says. He looks at me. “Your life is suck.” He is so depressing. Burr is still crouched beside Skate. Skate is awake less than I am. He’s only conscious for brief moments.
