Part Two: The Dolphin

Bridget felt like she was being watched. She snapped around towards the woods, but nothing was there. “I’m being ridiculous.” she thought. “There’s no one there. There’s no one anywhere.”
Having found food and water, Bridget felt somewhat at a loss of what to do next. She certainly wasn’t going to go up into the mountains. She didn’t know how to get out of here. She wasn’t even certain she did want to get out of here. Although, after seeing the mountains, she wasn’t sure if it was even safe to sleep. But surely, the rose bower was safe. And then it hit her – the name of the rose place. Lokelani, the Hawaiian word for red rose. Granted, not all the roses were red, but still, it seemed very fitting.
Back to the problem at hand. She would have to go back through the forest. She hiked through as fast as she could. Even though she knew that the place was uninhabited, the creepy feeling of being spied on still haunted her. By the time she was about halfway through the forest, she had decided on a plan. She would pick all the berries she could hold and take them back with her to Lokelani. Water was another problem. She had nothing to carry it in. The only thing she could really do was go back to Lokelani and see if she had overlooked something; a small stream, perhaps, or a natural fountain. If there was nothing, maybe she could fashion a bucket of sorts and carry water from the forest. Anyway, Lokelani seemed the safest place at the moment.

Lokelani was the same when she returned. There was no water. That meant she would have to carry it. What would she do if it got cold? There was nothing she could do for fire, and she couldn’t live on berries the whole time. She really was stuck.
I suppose you may think that she was lonely. In truth, she wasn’t; it had been so long she had had time to herself.
It was now that something else happened, perhaps not as extraordinary as anything else, but in any case it was much more surprising. I don’t know why Bridget had forgotten to even think if searching in the direction of where she came from, but the fact is that she did, and in front of her lay a vast ocean. Blue, blue, as far as she could see; the blue of the sky and the blue of the sky blending together like they were one. The waves broke upon the coast with a soothing noise.
Bridget strolled along, letting the waves lap against her feet. The breeze, scented with ocean and seaweed, blew her hair back gently. She stared out to the horizon, where the sun was slowly setting. Far out to sea, something moved. No, not just the waves. A mass of something gray was tossed out of the water and landed with a splash.
As it came closer, Bridget caught glimpses of a long nose, small eyes, and a slim tail with cut marks on it. A dolphin slipped through the waves, punctuating its swimming with leaps into the air.
The dolphin made one final leap, and swam the rest of the way to shore. There, it pulled itself onto the sand in front of Bridget and made dolphin noises. She knelt down beside it. It was trying to say something, it seemed, but she couldn’t understand. It wanted her to follow it, that much she could tell. It wasn’t evil, obviously. It was a dolphin, for goodness sakes! The dolphin wriggled back into water, but stayed close to shore, looking back at her. She nodded her head. She wasn’t sure if it would understand, but apparently it did, because it turned around and swam away a bit, then followed the shoreline. She ran on the shore trying to keep up. Behind her, in the shelter of palm trees reflecting the sun, the green eyes followed her every move.