To help or not to help?

A mass of silvery hair streaked with golden strands emerged on the surface of the water, followed by a young, thoughtful face that exposed a row of translucent fangs as he drew a deep breath. His eyelids were slightly squinted and his eyeballs moved imperceptibly to record every detail of the scenery.

"Hmmm? Hey, did someone call me? "Jake muttered as he inspected the body of water around him.

The island was so far away that the palm trees at the edge of the jungle were virtually indistinguishable from each other. The sky was empty of any flying birds or dinosaurs and even the murky water in which he was swimming had been practically deserted by its former occupants. It was highly unlikely that a human had called out his name.

"Maybe I just daydreamed..." He shrugged with a small laugh.