“What you got in there?” I ask as we stride down the main road. “Nectar of the gods,” says Zach mysteriously. “Beer?” “No, man.” He looks offended for a nanosecond before a thought occurs to him and he smiles sheepishly. “Well, yeah, that, too. But I brought something even more important.” He pauses, thinks for a minute. “Equally important,” he amends and swings his pack off his shoulder so he can reach one hand in to yank out a bottle. “Bug juice,” he crows, punching the air with it. “You should put some on right away. You may already have bites.” I look down at my arms, covered in red marks that are starting to swell. “A few,” I say, taking the bottle from him. I spray as we walk, wincing as the bug poison soaks into some of the bites I’ve scratched raw. We have to cut across the island, which means taking the road straight up the hill from the pier. We pass the turnoff for Reesie’s house, and in minutes we’re walking past farms and then deserted bush.
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