Deletor

    “There’s no escape, you know.”    Thomas put his head on one side, slapping the water out of his ear. “Sorry?”    “There’s no escape...from the island.” The heavily bearded man gave him a stare. “The same rocks that sank your vessel have defeated my every attempt at floating a raft.”    “Oh.” Thomas wasn’t sure exactly what one was supposed to say in this situation. “I’m sorry to hear that.”    “There’s food enough to get by here, if you don’t mind bitter roots, insects, sour berries. That’s almost the cruellest