Chapter 4: My First Night Alone in the Caribbean Summary and Analysis

By the time two hours had passed, the raft was moving along at a good pace without Luis rowing it. He had no idea if he was headed toward shore or out further into the Caribbean. He feared the latter. He was hoping to see rescue planes and helicopters in the air. He imagined that the Caldas that had already docked by this time.

As the sun set on his left, he knew what direction to look in for the planes. He did not blink fearing he'd miss spotting them. Even when it grew dark, he watched for their lights. As night fell, it was so dark that he literally couldn't see the palm of his hand. As darkness encompassed him, he began to feel the cold...