But when our medical kit ran empty I told Esther, the island's medical officer, that I was concerned that if communicable, this could be serious for the entire island. I intended to take photographs of Ambrose's face to a doctor in Guam for a diagnosis, and somehow ship back the specific medicines in as large a quantity as I could afford. Our budget aside, it was the shipping that posed the real problem, as the brand new supply ship gifted by the Chinese government to Yap was already broken down. Airdrop, boat charter--what mountains would we have to move to somehow facilitate delivery? Nevertheless, I looked Ambrose in the eye and said, "Don't worry, your medicine will come."