My eyes popped open and I sat straight upright in the sand. Tropical sunlight beat down on me like...well, like tropical sun beats down on some pasty guy on the beach in Kauai who forgot to close his flight plan. Not wanting the others who'd flown over with me from Oahu to know that I'd landed and failed to close my flight plan, I announced in a voice that sounded like I'd hit puberty again, that I had to pee, and then I ran off in search of a phone. Huffing along the beach with visions of CAP aircraft circling in search patterns and US Navy SEALS slipping into the ocean while a P-3 dropped sound buoys over my last known position in the water, I staggered to the pay phone, bummed a dime―it was a while back―from a tourist and dialed FSS.
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