"A Desert Isle Sexventure"

Carlton "Carl" Lee has successfully ridden out the unexpected typhoon, saving his 50 foot ketch from capsizing or cracking up, only to then run her onto an reef in the dark. As he listened to the hull being ripped further open with each new wave, the skilled sailor hurried to salvage all he could, filling two emergency rafts with food, clothing, emergency electronics, and other gear.

He'd seen the silhouette of a tall, volcanic island behind the distant, lowering moon, so after roping the rafts together, he pushed them overboard and paddled for his life, quite literally. He thought he was going to make it with all he'd salvaged until a big wave lifted the inflatables high, pushed them forward, and ran them across sharp rocks reaching up from the sea floor. Both boats ripped open and snagged, sending Cramer and all he now owned into the waters of the South Pacific...



He woke up under the midday sun, splayed out upon a wide, sandy beach. He stood, body beaten, flesh scraped and cut, to find himself on a tiny island...


He was, at the same time, grateful and dismayed: grateful because he was alive, but dismayed because he knew he was going to die here, alone. This part of the ocean was full of such rocks, and while they may look good in travel brochures for vacationers seeking an adventure, they were of no use to a marooned sailor. The small isles rarely provided the resources necessary to sustain human life long term, and -- because there was no safe harbor for visiting boats or float planes -- they were rarely if ever visiting by those wanted to get away from it all. Carl knew that unless he was able to find his now-missing electronics -- emergency beacon, sat' phone, and more -- there was a likely chance he was going to be stuck here until his death. He also knew that that death was likely to be sooner than later, as water and food were going to be in short supply.

He searched the shoreline for items from the rubber rafts and found a few that had been carried to shore or were bobbing in the gentle waters of the inner water: some clothes, some sealed containers of food, and what not. It wasn't much, and while he knew there was a possibility that more would wash up in the days to come, he suspected that the emergency electronics were never to be seen again.

As he looked about the small isle, he mumbled to himself, "It looks like its just me and you."

"Me?" a voice responded, causing Carl to nearly jump out of his skin. He spun about to find, walking from the jungle, the most unexpected and most incredible sight his eyes had ever seen...