Uncharted [NOOK Book]

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"I'm beginning to think the island wants to keep us here."

It was supposed to be an adventure. A little time off to honor the memory of a friend and complete a service project in the tropics. Do good deeds while getting a tan.

But when a storm rocks their plans, five long-time friends from college find themselves hurled onto a desolate island, and relief fades to fear. Here nature rules with a vengenance. The lone shelter from raw conditions is a sinister cave. Are they victims ...

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Uncharted

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Overview

"I'm beginning to think the island wants to keep us here."

It was supposed to be an adventure. A little time off to honor the memory of a friend and complete a service project in the tropics. Do good deeds while getting a tan.

But when a storm rocks their plans, five long-time friends from college find themselves hurled onto a desolate island, and relief fades to fear. Here nature rules with a vengenance. The lone shelter from raw conditions is a sinister cave. Are they victims of a bizarre psychological experiment? Or could this godforsaken place have the power to maroon them forever?

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Hunt, the author of more than 70 books, departs from her usual fare with this competent, if spooky, faith-based novel. The plot line is a blend of the movies Castaway and The Big Chill, with a touch of the television series Lost, creatively thrown together with the biblical story of the beggar Lazarus and C.S. Lewis's The Great Divorce. Six college pals gather for the funeral of their friend and end up being "guilted" by the widow into taking a trip halfway across the world to help build a Christian school. When a shipwreck leaves them washed up on a deserted island, they discover everything is not as it seems: all of their inner sins and crimes are literally on display. As the story unfolds, some readers may be turned off by a truly gruesome serial killer, although it helps Hunt make her ultimate point. Hunt excels at reminding Christian readers that God judges petty sins the same as heinous ones, and that being a "good person" outwardly often hides an interior life that is far from pure. Her theology of hell will be a good discussion point for book groups (a guide is included). General market readers, however, may find the serious faith themes more than they want to contemplate. (July) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781418525729
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 7/4/2006
  • Sold by: THOMAS NELSON
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 338,780
  • File size: 696 KB

Meet the Author

Christy Award winner Angela Hunt writes stories for everyone who enjoys the unexpected. She is the best-selling author of Uncharted, The Debt, The Note, The Pearl, and many more.
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Prologue

PRESENT DAY

The Hamptons, New York

The secret of sex appeal, sixteen-year-old Sarah believes, is an even tan, and the key to an even tan is remembering to turn over at eightminute intervals between one and two p.m. Most of her friends opt for spray-on fake-n-bakes, but Sarah has always preferred the real thing.

As the second hand of her watch sweeps over the twelve, she flips from her stomach to her back, then inhales the delicious fragrance of sea salt.

"You're going to regret lying there," a voice calls from beneath a nearby umbrella. "You'll be burned tonight and freckled next week. When you're thirty you'll have wrinkles, and when you're forty you'll have skin cancer."

Sarah rolls her eyes. "Transmission received! You sound like Miss Pratt."

The woman beneath the umbrella lowers her book and peers over the top of her reading glasses. "Who's Miss Pratt?"

"My Health teacher."

"Oh." The book rises again, eclipsing the pale face beneath a wide straw hat. "Well, Miss Pratt is correct."

Sarah sighs loudly, then flips back onto her stomach. Truth is, she's bored with the pursuit of the perfect tan. She has nothing to listen to because she left her iPod in the city, and umbrella woman won't let her bring the CD player down to the beach . . .

She pushes herself up and jogs toward the water, splashing away a pelican that climbs from the shallows and flaps his way toward a distant dock.

"Be careful!" the straw hat calls.

Sarah ignores the warning. The woman is hyper-paranoid; a certified over-worrier. Enough to drive a girl crazy.

Especially one who's had more than her fair share of things to worry about.

Sarah wades forward until the water touches her bare belly, then she turns to brace against the breakers. After gasping at the first cold splash on her sun-warmed back, she swims beyond the waves, then backstrokes in an area where the swells rise and fall in a gentle rhythm.

She loves the ocean. She'd never admit this to a living soul, but if mermaids could exist, she'd exchange every shoe in her closet for a tail and flippers.

Floating lazily, she positions ankle to ankle and knee to knee, then kicks, sputtering as the awkward movement plunges her beneath the water.

She surfaces, laughing and spitting. It's not easy to kick both legs simultaneously, but she could probably get the hang of it if she had time to practice.

She swims a little farther and treads water, then lifts her arms and lowers a tentative toe. She can touch the sandy bottom only until a swell pushes in, then she's picked up and set back down as gently as you please. The ocean is quiet today; due to the heat, more people are shopping than swimming.

To the east, the white fleck of a sailboat streams against a vibrant blue sky while to the west, a sleepy line of gulls squabble over a ripple on the sea--probably a fish, maybe an entire school of fish.

A glimmer on the water grabs Sarah's attention. Beyond the slanting line of the glassy waves, a shiny object rises and falls.

Sarah stretches out and swims. The object is a plastic container, a two-liter bottle that once held Coke or Sprite. No--Sprite comes in green bottles, and this one is transparent. The cap is missing, though, and in its place is a wad of some unidentifiable material.

Sarah closes the gap with one stroke, then grasps her prize. The container is nothing special; the wad is dried grass and something black--tar maybe, or gum? A few pages of densely printed paper curl inside the mostly waterproof ride. One edge is ripped, so these must be pages torn out of a book.

She turns the bottle. She's not much of a reader, having been forced to read too many classics over the summer while her friends were touring Europe, but a handwritten message in the margin catches her eye. The brown ink is blurred, but one word is legible:

Sarah .

"Hey!" Sarah waves to catch the straw hat's attention. "Hey, look!"

The woman is too engrossed in her book. Either that or she can't hear above the steady crash of the surf.

Sarah's mouth twists. Good thing I'm not drowning.

But she is a good swimmer, and umbrella woman knows it. Sarah tucks the bottle under her arm and sidestrokes toward the shore, then catches a wave and rides it until she reaches shallow water. She tugs her wet bathing suit back into place as she approaches the umbrella, then drops to her knees in the powder soft sand.

"Look at this." She holds the bottle horizontally between her hands. "I found it in the water, and guess what? Someone wrote my name on these pages."

The book falls. "What--, gross! That's trash, Sarah, throw it away."

"But it's got--"

"You don't know what it has. Some nasty drunk probably pitched it off a sailboat."

Sarah points to the message. "But that's my name, see? Can you read the rest of what it says?"

A pair of perfectly arched brows furrow for a moment. "Ugh! That looks like dried blood."

"But--"

"Drop it, and don't touch it again. You don't know where that's been or who's handled it. They could have HIV or AIDS, or something even worse."

Sarah drops the bottle and wipes her hands on her bathing suit while the pale face warily regards the sun. "Look at how late it's getting. We'd better go. When we get back I think we ought to write a letter to let someone know this beach is becoming unfit for swimming. I know they can't stop riffraff from boating here, but there has to be a law against tossing trash into public waterways . . ."

Accompanied by an inexplicable sense of guilt, Sarah picks up her towel, shakes out the sand, and wraps it around her. Before following the bobbing straw hat to the house, she gives the odd bottle one last look.

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Chapter One

One Year Earlier

Manhattan

Karyn Hall stopped stretching long enough to glance at her watch, then slipped out of formation. How did it get to be so late? Sarah would be spitting mad.

"Leaving so soon?" José Velasquez, one of the fitness center's personal trainers, caught her arm as she bent over the bench where she had stashed her bag and towel. "You didn't even get to the cooldown."

"I gotta run." Karyn tapped her watch. "My daughter's violin lesson ends at four thirty, and she doesn't like to wait on the street. She gets nervous if I'm not there on time."

"You are such a good mother."

"Well--" She rolled her eyes. "I try."

José leaned against the wall and raked his eyes over her body with a look that would have set off alarm bells if she didn't know he was gay. "You are lookin' tight. I can tell a difference since you've been coming here. How much weight have you lost?"

Karyn's cheeks heated as she wrapped a skirt around her waist. "Only four pounds. But I feel good, and I got into that designer dress the studio sent over. It was a size two."

José clicked his tongue. "I would have said you were a size zero. You know that Kelly Ripa? She was in here the other day, and you are no bigger than her."

Karyn knew he was overdoing the flattery; he probably sweet-talked every over-forty actress on the membership roll. Still . . . who didn't like to be affirmed?

"Thanks, José. You know how it is--after thirty-five, everything starts to go south."

His eyes widened. "Thirty-five? You?"

Karyn grabbed her coat and bag, then blew him a kiss. "See you later, José. I've gotta run."

She hurried toward the lobby before he could delay her, then joined the streaming mass of New Yorkers on the sidewalk outside. Professor Katsouris's brownstone was only three blocks away, but in this crowd . . .

She shoved her oversized sunglasses onto her nose, then wrapped her scarf around her neck. Not many people recognized her on the streets of Manhattan, but you could never tell when an out-of-state tourist would stop, shriek, and point. Because Lorinda Loving, Karyn's character on A Thousand Tomorrows, was one of the more flamboyant women in daytime drama, fans of the show almost always wanted an autograph and a picture.

Deep inside her leather bag, her cell phone began to play Mozart. Gritting her teeth, Karyn fumbled for it while trying not to stumble over the older woman in front of her. Walking and talking in thick pedestrian traffic could be risky, but not as risky as missing an important call.

She glanced at the caller ID before opening the phone. "I'm only a couple of blocks away, Sarah."

"Mom, I've been standing here five minutes."

"So read a book."

"I hate reading; you know that."

"Then do some homework."

"Standing up?"

"Play your violin; maybe someone will drop money at your feet."

"Very funny, Mom."

"I'm coming."

She disconnected the call, dropped the phone back into her bag, and made a face at the older woman's back. Why did people always seem to dawdle when she was in a hurry? She groaned when the do-not-cross light flashed at the next intersection. This street was one of the busiest in the Upper West Side.

She blew her bangs out of her eyes and checked her watch. She was late. Sarah would be steaming.

When the light finally changed, she pressed forward and cut to the right, edging around the older woman. The phone rang again; she answered without glancing at the caller ID.

"Sarah, I told you I'm on my way."

"Mom, I have homework. And I can't do it standing up."

"I'm coming."

"I'm freezing!"

Karyn hung up again, then turned down the side street that led to Professor Katsouris's house. Sarah was worried about her homework, which meant she'd need Karyn's help. Which meant Karyn would have to defrost something and serve dinner in the kitchen while Sarah fretted aloud over algebra or advanced French or whatever was giving her trouble.

Which meant Karyn couldn't go out after dinner.

She opened her phone and pressed a number programmed into speed dial. The phone rang three times, then switched her to Henry's voice mail.

"Hi, hon." Karyn slowed her pace as the professor's brownstone edged into view. "Listen, I'm going to have to cancel tonight. I'd love for you to come over, but I have to help Sarah with her homework. Let me take a rain check, okay? Thanks. Ring me later if you want to."

She dropped the phone into her bag, then stuffed her chilly hands into her pockets as she caught her daughter's eye. Sarah stomped down the steps, book bag in one hand and violin case in the other.

"Hey," Karyn called, coming closer. "Have a good lesson?"

"The professor," Sarah said, staring at the sidewalk, "dismisses students promptly. I don't think he likes us cluttering his doorstep."

"I'm not that late." Karyn made a point of looking at her watch, then grimaced: four forty-five. "Okay, I'll leave class sooner next time. I'm sorry."

Sarah slung her book bag over her shoulder and headed toward the subway. Karyn lengthened her stride to catch up.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2007

    Captivating

    I was drawn to this book by the title and the cover. Once I opened it, I could not put it down. Even after finishing the story it has stayed with me. It is a very powerful story that will challange the way you 'think.' I want to purchase it for every family member and friend to read. I believe that it can be life changing if you let it.

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  • Posted January 29, 2009

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    'Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink'

    Wow, this book just blew me away. The back of the novel says 'A blend of the movie 'Castaway' and 'The Big Chill' with a touch of the television series 'Lost'' thrown in with the parable of Lazarus and the Rich Man. Yes that perfectly describes this book. I won't give away the ending but this is one of those books that you will think about long after you've finished it. The characters all seem to have two sides to their personalities. The two that stuck out the most to me were Mark and Lisa. At first these two appear to be complete opposites. Then it's revealed that really the two are exactly alike. Intersting to think also that just thinking about doing something is the same as actually doing it. This book also makes me wonder...is this what is going to happen on 'Lost'? Angela Hunt is one of my favorite authors and proves again that she deserves to be.

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    Posted November 4, 2012

    Great read

    I read this for the first time amd couldnt put it down! What a great read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2007

    Fantastic read

    I've read all of Angela Hunt's books. She is a gifted writer and once again she delivers with this book! Fantastic!!!

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    Abla ESPONAL?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2007

    A sinking realization you can't go home.

    I read this book in one sitting. The characters were fantastic and the suspense is great right to the last moment. Angela Hunt has done it again. I loved the actress mother's determination to get a message to her daughter. This book will keep you on the edge of your seat.

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