A vacation to Brazil is everything Renee Walker thought it would be. Her and her husband, Luke, have an amazing time. Things get better when their friends invite them on their yacht for the return trip to the states. Luke and Renee relax as they make the slow, but wonderful journey home.
They are all unprepared when a storm rips apart the yacht. During the mayhem, Luke and Renee are thrust overboard. Miraculously unharmed, they wash up on a deserted island. They work together to survive, scavenging for food and building shelter. Before too long, they realize the island is far from deserted. The inhabitants are blood thirsty men who will stop at nothing to protect their island and take a particular interest in Renee. For the first time in their lives, Luke and Renee are forced to survive.
Renee and Luke knelt in the sand, both with their hands behind their heads. Despite their best efforts, they looked terrified. When the man had stepped from the brush a bewildered look crossed his face, eyes darting to the bits of shipwreck strewn about the beach. Then his eyes had shifted left and he spotted the couple.
Their first feeling had been relief at the sight of another human being. It meant they were not alone and rescue had arrived. But their celebration had been short lived. He had whipped an M16 rifle off his back, pointing it at them, and screaming in a foreign language. With no idea what was going on, they dropped to their knees.
The man pulled a radio from his belt and stared directly into the faces of Renee and Luke. He mumbled in what sounded like Spanish, neither of them understanding. They still remained confident everything would be all right.
The voice on the other end of the radio spoke in English, though it was slightly hard to understand. “Can they be used?” The man standing in front of them smiled.
“The woman will go for a lot.”
Renee looked over at Luke, starting to shake. Luke looked back at her with a stern look on his face but had no idea what to do. It was clear they wanted to take Renee, but it was unclear why. “What about the man?” The voice crackled.
“Maybe problem, maybe work?”
“Bring them to me”
The man clipped the radio back to his belt and shoved the barrel of the rifle in their faces. “Up, up,” he screamed.
“Wait a minute, please. We don’t have anything you want. We were shipwrecked here and we just want to go home.” Luke said.
“Up!” The man screamed again. Slowly they climbed to their feet. The man grabbed Renee by the throat and pulled her away from Luke. Luke screamed in protest and lunged forward. He was met with the butt of the rifle square in his chest. He doubled over in the sand, crying out in pain. Only a few feet from his head sat the camp fire which burned smaller now.
“I say up,” the voice boomed over him. Luke knew they could not go with him back to wherever it was they were headed. Only something terrible could possibly be waiting for them there. Their only chance was to break free from this man, but he had no idea how. As he lay motionless in thought, the man began to grow impatient. He slung the rifle over his back and bent down to pull Luke to his feet, as he did an idea formulated in Luke’s mind.
He lunged towards the fire pit and grabbed for his makeshift spear. With it firmly placed in his palm, he rolled over and swung it with all his strength, straight towards the man’s head...