[ CW ] Write a story about marooned sailors on an ancient island , without using articles .

Broken ship, unbroken sands. Seas, stretching to vanishing points at infinity, project geometric perfection. 
 
 Captain Meyers peers though binoculars, scanning fetishistically for signs of rescue, any signs. Above, skies darken, imminent and threatening. 
 
 `` Reckon anyone's coming?'' Jack McMichaels, former Queen Josephine first mate, grumbles. His lank, sunburnt body shows early signs of emaciation -- diets consisting solely of fish do little for weight retention. 
 
 `` Nope.'' Meyers's words are clipped and terse as usual. 
 
 Two men, one island, zero change for days on end. Until now, that is. Both know their time is running out. 
 
 `` Reckon we should do something about that storm?'' 
 
 `` No high ground,'' Meyers says with finality. Large, fat drops begin to fall as breezes pick up, blowing cool across their skin. 
 
 `` Nope, but maybe tie up to one of them trees yonder?'' 
 
 `` Doubt we've enough rope to make it worth it.'' 
 
 `` We've got some.'' 
 
 Meyers clasps his first mate's arm and looks into his eyes. 
 
 `` You try, Jack. I'm just going to wait it out here.'' 
 
 Heavy swallows; something passes between them. 
 
 `` You sure, cap'n?'' 
 
 `` Yeah. I'm sure. Go, my friend.'' 
 
 Meyers watches his first mate go. Barefoot tracks over sand, indentations fading as rain falls, evidence of their final farewell washing away like old memories. 
 
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