The Beach

I'd scowl in frustration. 'If I don't pause I get spiked by the falling block.'

'Si. So you jump more quickly. Like this.'

He'd take the Gameboy, guiding Mario with amazing skill considering the size of his fat hands, and show me how the trick was done. Then he'd wander back to his cooking, fingers drumming a rhythm on his giant belly. The Gameboy was always slippery after he'd used it, and smelt of fish, but I considered that a fair price to pay for his expertise.

It took an hour and a half, but eventually I was able to reach Wario with a full complement of power-ups. Finally I could start trying to crack his pattern. Or so I thought, because at that moment the monochrome screen began fading away.

'EverReadies!' I yelped.

Keaty, who'd returned from the garden while I'd been playing, poked his head out of his tent.

'That was the last batch, Rich.'

'There's none left?'

'None at all.'

'But I've nearly cracked Wario!'

'Well…' He shrugged apologetically. 'Leave it alone a while. If you turn it off for twenty minutes you might get another five minutes' playing time.'

I groaned. Five minutes wasn't nearly enough.

It was a bitter blow, running out of batteries. I could live without completing the Mario game, but Tetris was another matter entirely. Since Keaty had told me his record of a hundred and seventy-seven lines, I'd been trying hard to beat him. The closest I'd made was one six one but I was improving every day.

'This is ridiculous,' I said. 'Walkmans. What about them?'

Keaty sighed. 'Forget Walkmans.'

'Why?'

'Give, and gifts will be given to you, for whatever measure you deal out to others will be dealt to you in return.'

I paused for a moment.' …What?'

'I went to church every Sunday until I was fifteen.'

'You're quoting the bible?'

'Luke, six, thirty-eight.'

I shook my head incredulously. 'What's the bloody bible got to do with anything?'

'There's only five people with Walkmans in the camp, and I've refused all of them batteries in the past.'

'Oh… Then we're fucked.'

'Mmm,' Keaty agreed. 'Looks like it.'

Invisible Wires

But as fate turned out, we weren't fucked. Help arrived from an unexpected source.

We went over to the cooking hut to tell Unhygienix about the batteries, and as I began to explain he turned from the fire, his face an angry red and shining with sweat. I took an instinctive step backwards, amazed he was taking the news so hard.

'Batteries?' he said, in an alarmingly quiet voice.

'Uh… Yes…'

'What about the rice?'

'The rice?'

Unhygienix began swiftly marching to one of the storeroom huts, so we followed behind.

'There!'

We looked inside. I could see three empty canvas sacks and two more, full.

'What's the problem?' said Keaty.

Unhygienix tore open the top of the nearest full sack and rice poured out; black and green, puffed up into fat clods of fungus, completely rotten.

'Jesus,' I muttered, covering my nose and mouth to block the appalling smell. 'That's horrible.'

Unhygienix pointed to the roof.

'It leaked?'

He nodded, too furious to speak. Then marched back to his cooking.

'Well,' said Keaty, as we walked back to his tent. 'It isn't all bad news about the rice. You should be glad, Rich.'

'How's that?'

'No more rice means a Rice Run. Now we get some new batteries.'

Keaty lay on his back, smoking one of my cigarettes. I was down to one hundred, but seeing as I'd finished up his EverReadies I couldn't really refuse him.

'I think,' he said, 'there's two main reasons people don't like doing the Rice Run. Number one, it's a complete hassle. Number two, it means visiting the world.'

'The world?'

'The world. It's another Daffy thing. The world is everything outside the beach.'

I smiled. I knew exactly where Daffy had picked up the term – the same place I had. Keaty noticed and propped himself up on his elbows. 'What's so funny?'

'Nothing. Just… The GIs used that word in the same way, to describe America… I don't know. I just thought it was funny.'

Keaty nodded slowly. 'Hysterical.'

'So what happens on the Rice Run?'

'A couple of people take the boat and head for Ko Pha-Ngan. Then they pick up some rice, and head back here.'

'We've got a boat?'

'Of course. Not all of us are such good swimmers as you, Rich.'

'I didn't realize… I didn't think about that… Well, a quick trip to Ko Pha-Ngan doesn't sound too bad.'

'Yeah.' Now Keaty was grinning. 'But you haven't seen the boat yet.'

An hour later the entire camp sat in a circle – all except Etienne and Francoise, who still weren't back from the corals. The news about the rice had been passed around quickly, and Sal had called a meeting.

Keaty nudged me while we waited for the talking to start. 'I bet you Jed volunteers,' he whispered.

'Jed?'

'He loves taking on missions. Just watch him.'

I was about to reply when Sal clapped her hands and stood up. 'OK,' she said briskly. 'As everyone knows, we've got a problem.'

'Too fuckin' right,' drawled an Australian voice from the other side of the circle.

'We thought we had another seven weeks of rice, but it turns out we've only got enough for two days. Now, this isn't a major catastrophe, nobody's going to be starving to death, but it is a minor one.' Sal paused. 'Well, you know what's coming. We need to go on a Rice Run.'

Several people booed; mainly, I guessed, out of a sense of duty.

'So… Who's volunteering?'

Jed's hand shot up.

'What did I tell you?' hissed Keaty.

'Thank you, Jed. So OK… that's one… Who else?' Sal scanned the faces, most of whom had noticeably downcast eyes. 'Come on… We all know Jed can't do it alone…'

Just as when I jumped from the waterfall, I only realized what I was doing after I'd started doing it; an invisible wire seemed to have attached itself to my wrist and was pulling it upwards.

Sal noticed, then glanced at Bugs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him shrug.

'Are you volunteering too, Richard?'

'Yeah,' I answered, still a little surprised to find that I was. 'I mean… Yeah. I'm volunteering.'

Sal smiled. 'Good. That's sorted then. You'll leave tomorrow morning.'

There wasn't much preparation to be done. All we needed was money and the clothes on our backs, and Sal produced the money. I spent the rest of the afternoon fielding Keaty's accusations about my sanity.

Etienne and Francoise finally returned from the corals as it was getting dark. They were also surprised I'd volunteered.

'I hope you are not bored with life here,' Francoise said, as we chatted outside the longhouse entrance.

I laughed. 'No way. I just thought it might be interesting. Anyway, I haven't seen Ko Pha-Ngan yet.'

'Good. It would be sad to be bored of Eden, no? If you are bored of Eden, what is left?'

'Eden?'

'Yes, you remember. Zeph called this place Eden.'

'Zeph…' I frowned, because, of course, I hadn't remembered. 'Yeah, that's right… He did.'

Toon Time

I stared hard at the water. I needed to stare hard. The image under the surface kept shifting, and I had to concentrate to work out what I was seeing.

One moment I was looking at coral. Red corals with curving white fingers. The next moment I was looking at bare ribs poking out of bloody corpses. Ten or twenty ruined bodies, or as many bodies as there were coral beds.

'Rorschach,' said Mister Duck.

'Mmm.'

'Is it a cloud of butterflies? Is it a bed of flowers? No. It's a pile of dead Cambodians.' He laughed quietly. 'That's a test I don't see you passing.'