The Many Splendid Moments (closed for Jewelskye)

Out of the depths of the deep blue sea a bejewelled island floated serenely. White sand beaches spread around it as if the island itself was throwing out a welcome mat to its visitors. At points the rippled pattern of terracotta roofs or the white stucco walls of houses stuck out from amongst the dark green hills that thronged a composed city. The eastern face of the city's buildings were brushed a vibrant orange by the rising sun - stately stucco and tall glass towers seemed to mirror the corral reefs below. The way nature and civilization worked in aesthetic harmony made it possible to appreciate the single minded mad ambition of the island's past rulers to leave a jewel where there once was only rock.

Jason Connors stood at the bow of his luxury sailing yacht The Argus Hound smiling at the sight before him. He had come to these shores to sample the delights that life had to offer, after a total devotion to enterprise and wealth. He had thought about trying life's many splendours in a major city like New York or London, but just as they were noted for their rich cosmopolitan atmosphere, they were too close to his offices and the temptation to do just a little bit more work, make one last phone call, or have lunch with an associate always beckoned. No, it was better to go where he had never been before, in a sense cutting him off from his past and hurtling into an unknown and exciting future. He took a deep breath of the sweet air, lacking the musty smell that brought to mind the fragrance of dead fish and lingering kelp. He closed his eyes and let himself feel - the wind was cool and invigorating, it playfully tossed his medium long russet hair and tickled his face as the ends brushed his forehead. He could have stayed there at the bow all day but he felt the yacht slow down and the direction of the wind change as the yacht slowly turned. His eyes slowly opened - the harbour that had before been a small part of the overall scene now loomed large before him. Great white ships were docked neatly beside each other while the kaleidoscope of colours behind them signalled proudly bore the flags of their home nation. Jason stood where he was for a little longer before turning his back to it all and walked towards the bridge to talk with his captain.

Once all the business of docking was completed Jason stepped onto the pier with a growing excitement. He gently brushed down his white silk shirt, smoothing it out to keep it from creasing. He then looked around, seeing only a few early morning joggers on the seashore, the very air had a sense of slow sluggish rising, like someone who had partied long into the night. He smiled liking the atmosphere then raised his arm to look at his silver watch, grateful that he had an hour before meeting with the real estate agent to see his newest acquisition. Whistling softly he walked down the wooden pier to cross a bustling boulevard and through large archway that offered the glimpse of a market boasting coloured canopies covering merchant stalls and the people out in the morning ready to sample the joys of the day's offerings.

Isabelle Devereux let out a frustrated sigh as she tried, not for the first time, to make herself understood without having to scream. The man in front of her was only taller than her own petite height of 5 feet by a few inches. He was balding, with a ring of wispy gray-white hair wrapping around the back of his head from one ear to the other. His slightly overweight stature gave him the look of someone's jolly grandfather who would dress up on Christmas Eve as Santa(using the hat to cover up his bald head, of course) to surprise the children. Unfortunately, jolly could only apply to this man in that one very specific instance.

Otherwise... he was infuriating. "Look, Mr. Ragnelli... I placed this order over two weeks ago! I have a print out of the original order right here! And I specifically asked for 12 dozen white calla lilys, not pink! What am I going to do with pink flowers when the bride has chosen white and blue to be the colors she wants her decorations in? I can't just change everything else because you screwed up the order!"

Her irish accent wasn't as heavy as it might have been if she was a newcomer to the island, but the more agitated she was becoming, the thicker it seemed to be. Deep blue eyes looked up at the barely taller man as he stood there, obstinate and refusing to admit that there was anything wrong with her order. They'd been at this for almost an hour now, yelling at each other since she'd arrived and found her very important, very late, very expensive order to be wrong. The wedding was in two days... not long enough to get another bunch of flowers in unless someone had serious pull with an off-island florist who worked on short notice. Her clients were rich people(all her clients were rich people), but that didn't mean she wanted her good name as the best even planner on the island sullied because of a florist's mix up.

When half an hour showed continued bickering and no progress in the matter, Bella sighed and shook her head. "Look, hold on to them for me and I'll see if I can manage something. But if I can't, don't expect me to pay for them. This was your mix up, not mine."

With a sigh of frustration, she spun on one high heel and walked away, whipping out her cell phone and dialing up her assistant. Really, Cindy was more of her secretary at times, business partner at others... but if the girl was good for anything, it was helping find last minute fixes for the biggest hangups.

Twenty minutes later, Isabelle was at her favorite spot... where she tended to retreat to when the world was just too much pressure and she was a nail already embedded to the head in a plank of wood. Sitting on a crate at the end of one of the many piers in the harbor, she let out a heavy sigh and looked out over the water. For a place so beautiful... it seemed like Eden... this place sure did come with it's share of curses.

Andre Beauville strode down familiar streets while whistling tunelessly. Feeling like a new man, he turned his head to catch glimpses of himself in the reflection of passing store windows. A broad smile came to him as he paused for a moment to erratically move his hand through his dark brown hair, messing it up to give it a tousled carefree look that was as much an expression of his character as it was an easy to maintain look. Once he was happy with the state of his hair his gaze went down to his feet admiring the pristine white sneakers with the stylistic arcs going horizontally over the sides and the black puma forever leaping in the air. It had taken him months to save up for them but they were worth it. With a contented smile, Andre resumed his walk. He was heading towards the market hoping to find a deal on something for breakfast.

The market was alive with groups of people milling around the stalls trying to savour the produce and wares before buying them. It was cool in the shaded part of the market where the buildings that enclosed it kept the heat of the sun at bay. The produce stalls were a riot of colours and sweet fragrances, the fish mongers boasted the fresh catch of the day, and enticed customers with the smoky scent of burning smokers working their woody flavour into the flesh of choice fishes. The bread stalls were particularly busy as the aroma of melted chocolate, cheese, hot breads, and pastries wafted through the air - the strong aroma made the baked goods almost palpable, a tantalizing sample of what actually eating it would be like. Andre looked at a particular stall where a girl, wearing a red bandana that covered long sandy blonde hair and sported cute dimples when she smiled, moved around trying to serve all the customers. His hands went into his pocket and pulled out a few coins. Carefully counting them he put the coins back into his pocket - disappointed. He dismissed the setback with a casual shrug, he now knew what his budget was and where he could go for breakfast.

Andre squinted his eyes slightly as he stepped out of the shade and into the sun, this part of the market was unprotected by the shade of the buildings and much warmer as the morning sun already began to beat down with its relentless rays. To compensate for the lack of shade, huge colourful parasols covered the stalls and the merchants stood around a bit more subdued. Andre was about to head towards a promising stall when he saw a young man from his neighbourhood, hardly out of his teens sudden shift from casual walk to panicked sprint. The young man was heading in his direction and behind him a man with russet hair was quickly gaining on his heels. Without thinking Andre grabbed the young man and looked at him angrily.

"What did you do Gia?"

Giacomo looked back then defiantly at Andre. "Stay out of this Andre! The Boss will be pissed."

Andre's felt pity towards the young man, "So you couldn't escape-"

"Shut up!" Giacomo shouted at Andre, then stamped hard on his foot headbutting him as well. The unexpected move caused Andre to let go and grab his nose, already he could feel the blood seeping out and falling on his hand. The man with the russet hair ran past him while a few merchants congregated towards Andre to see if he was alright. Someone handed him a wet cloth which he took gratefully and placed under his nose. The man with the russet hair came back looking angry and walked towards Andre. The man was tall and muscular, like a rugby player, Gia must've been crazy to even think of trying what he did.

"Do you speak English?" He asked in a gruff voice.

Andre nodded and the other man's expression relaxed somewhat.

"Are you alright? Do you need a doctor." The man asked in the slow and carefully pronounced way that tourists used when speaking to the locals, not sure of how much English they knew.

"Yes, I'm not hurt, just a little blood." Andre sounded muffled as he spoke with his nose still covered, not trusting that the blood had stopped.

"Good. Did you know the boy who hit you?"

Andre shook his head.

"Damnit." The man muttered. "He tried to pickpocket me - actually he did - stole my wallet."

Andre took the cloth away from his nose and was about to say something when the man continued, "At least I got my wallet back - no cash though." The man seemed to be talking to himself, looking past Andre to the shade of the market where the pickpocket had disappeared into. He then looked directly at Andre who again had covered his nose. "By the way thanks for trying to stop that little thief, sorry you got hurt trying. I'd give you something for your troubles but since I don't have anything why don't you come back to my yacht and I'll treat you to a drink and a meal?"

Andre took his hand away from his nose to speak, "Thank you, but I do not wish to impose."

The man waved away the remark, "Nonsense you took a bullet for me the least I could do is give you something for it. Come on I insist." He placed a hand firmly on Andre's back and turned towards the archway that lead towards the harbour. Andre smiled and again thanked the man.

"By the way I'm Jason Connors, nice to meet you..."

"Andre Beauville, I return your gracious greeting."

It wasn't long before they reached Jason's yacht, Andre was amazed with the beauty of the its design, its sleek white exterior and sheer size. Jason stepped aside to let Andre step on board before him.

"Welcome to the Argus Hound. It looks more extravagant than it really is."

Andre looked askance at Jason trying to see if he was joking. Though Jason was smiling it was a smile of pride and had no mischief in it. He waved his hand to encourage Andre to step aboard.

With a big grin Andre walked on and was greeted by the ship's steward who seemed a little surprised to see Andre. The steward looked beyond Andre to Jason, then straightened himself and bowed his head.

"Welcome to the Argus Hound Sir, I am the ship's steward, Will, if you require anything don't hesitate to ask."

Jason thanked Will and excused himself from Andre's presence. Andre overwhelmed with the formality and experience nodded with a smile. Alone he savoured the view, use to seeing the harbour from a different perspective it was novel to be one of the people aboard the fancy yacht that he had always looked up at with envy. He leant over the side of the ship look down the pier towards the harbour and beyond that the deep blue sea and sky that mirrored it.

A gentle humm was leaving her throat as Bella sat there, just taking in the sun and the smells of the water around her. This place was a heaven on earth, even if her pale skin wasn't exactly tolerant of the prolonged exposure to sun. Perhaps that's why people always seemed so surprised to find her here... The place got loads of sun, and yet she was pale and porcelain skinned.

When a decent amount of time had passed and she felt calm enough to be able to return to work with a clear head, she stood and stretched, looking out over the water with a soft smile. She was about to turn when she realized something was wrong... her right foot wasn't moving! To be more specific, her heel wasn't moving! Even worse... the rest of her body was moving anyway! And in the wrong direction!

"Oh! Oooooh...." her arms shot out to either side, dropping her cell phone with a clatter onto the wood panels of the pier as she waved them helplessly, trying to prevent what she already knew was going to happen... she was going to fall... right into the water! It wasn't that she couldn't swim... she just didn't want to get wet. Her office was on the other side of town, and she'd have to either walk it or get a cab to take her there. Nothing would be more embarassing than having to walk down populated streets where any of her clientele could see her, looking like a drowned rat. But taxis were expensive!

"Oh no!" she managed to cry, and then a moment later her body finally fell forward, literally falling right out of her shoe, which was stuck in the wood of the pier, it's heel caught in a crevice. She hit the water with a loud splash, stinging sensations immediately radiating through her body from the impact, and before she could start kicking to keep from going too far under, she was already sinking, the shock of the fall making her heavier as her body locked up.

Eventually, she was near the bottom and she tried to kick to surface again, but the leg of her pants suit was caught on something. She kept kicking, panic hitting her like a ton of bricks as she fought to get free, but it was no use... something on the bottom, something had managed to hook onto her pants and was holding her in place! Her hands lifted, reaching for the surface of the water as she looked up at the sunlight filtering through the few feet of water above.

I don't want to die... was the last thing to run through her mind as she continued to struggle.

It was with detached curiosity that Andre saw the woman fall into the water. When he didn't see her surface, it brought him out of his detachment and made him react instinctively. He rushed out of the yacht and dived into the water. Fighting to ignore the sting from the salt, he began scanning through the dark green murk of the water and the deep shadows that the yachts cast. While scanning near the dock he saw her but had to resurface to fill his lungs with air. He shot down into the water as soon as he could and dashed towards her. Seeing that she was grasping hold to consciousness he pressed his lips to hers to give her some air, hoping that it might keep her conscious. He then tried to to pull her up but as he pulled her he could feel that she was snagged on something and repeated tugging failed to dislodge her. Letting her go, he went lower down to see if he could release her from the source of whatever she was caught on. Andre looked down to see she was hooked on a nail, he swore at the unknown worker who was responsible for it before trying to unhook the woman's pants. With a growl of frustration he was unable to unhook her. Where finesse failed, he gathered his strength and yanked repeatedly at her pants. At last the material tore away and Andre grabbed hold of the lady to swim to the surface. Unfortunately, the weight of his clothes and the lack of oxygen was had taken its toll and he didn't have the strength to bring her up. He kicked off his shoes hoping that it would make things lighter but it was a wasted effort. Seconds began to stretch on forever and the short distance to the surface seemed to be as distant as the horizon. He didn't know what to do, yet he couldn't leave this lady to drown. With hope quickly fading, Andre desperately cried out for help.

Jason was on a balcony overlooking the stern of the yacht talking to his banker. He was unaware of the commotion until Will rushed in to inform him about the situation. Jason stopped mid-sentence and nodded his thanks to his steward.

"Uh listen Ed, I'll have to call you back, something has come up." With that Jason ended the call and rushed down to the dock where a group of people where gathered looking on. Someone gasped and shouted look pointing at the struggling forms of Andre and the woman he was trying to save. Seeing Andre struggle, Jason stripped down to his underwear and jumped into the water. Jason saw a desperate look on Andre's face as he neared the two of them. Wordlessly he swam to the side of the woman and nodded to Andre. A weary smile of gratitude appeared on Andre's face before they swam up to the surface.

The warm air hit Andre like a welcome breeze on a hot summer's day as they came to the surface. He started loudly gasping and panting, tying to get in lungfuls of air until he felt light-headed. He looked to the side towards Jason and thanked him for his help.

"You're welcome. Now we're even." Jason would've said more but he was swimming for all three of them and the water kept splashing into his mouth. He reached the docks with a sense of relief and the people on the dock reached out to help lift the woman up. He and Andre climbed the ladder on the side of the dock and hurried over to the woman check on her. Jason looked around stunned to see that no one was doing anything.

"Don't any of you know CPR?" He shouted out at the crowd. They looked away trying to avoid his gaze. Jason was about to do just what everyone else failed to do, but Andre despite his weariness was already down on his knees working quickly to resuscitate the woman.

Bella took in that brief offering of air from the man who pressed his lips to hers, but it only did so much good. With the prolonged time that it took him to get her free, her consciousness was quickly fading, causing the world around her to go gray around the edges. By the time he got her leg free, she was floating limp in the water. The next few moments would be instrumental in whether or not she survived...

The redheaded woman was completely unaware of the fact that two men were pulling her from the water, or that she'd been lifted out of the liquid and laid out on the dock. The next few moments, when Jason was yelling about CPR and Andre had begun to try to work to bring her back, passed her by without her ever realizing what was happening.

It wasn't until the first time he blew into her lungs that she even had a vague inkling of the world around her. The pressure on her chest right after he filled her lungs with more than water caused her to cough, and she was quickly rolled onto her side as she spat up more water than she ever thought possible. She was wet, and trembling with the force of her body expelling the water. It would be long moments of coughing and spitting before she was able to gasp in another breath, her breasts heaving as her eyes opened and she gazed up at the people around her. There was an entire crowd standing there, staring at her, and there were two men kneeling beside her.

One was clean cut, despite his lack of clothes, and the fact that he knelt there in nothing but his underwear made her blush involuntarily before she looked down and behind her, to another man, obviously native, who was as wet as the other one. She wasn't positive what had happened, but she had an idea... she was fairly certain she was looking at her saviors. "Th-thank ye," she managed to gasp out, the struggle for breath causing her accent to come out far thicker than before, making it sound like she'd just left Ireland that morning.

Andre stepped back and breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the lady begin to cough and sputter. Her thanking him made him chuckle and he felt like dancing around in joy. But, he sat down on the rough wood and grinned. He didn't realize until now how tired he was, but also had never felt so good in all his life. He turned his head to look at Jason who had moved over to speak softly to her.

"Shh, save your energy."

At that point he felt a large towel over him and saw another over the woman. Jason looked up to see Will standing beside him and a member from his crew checking on Andre while another was examining the woman.

"Thanks Will."

Will acknowledged the thanks with a smile and moved away to gather the clothes Jason had discarded earlier. The steward returned and crouched down to tuck his arm under Jason then slowly helped his master standup.

"I think Sir we could better tend to everyone back on the ship." Will said while looking at the other two trying to determine what things he would need for them.

"Yeah I agree Will. Thanks for the help. I can get back on my own." Jason said as he moved away. The steward nodded slightly then walked back towards the yacht, motioning to the other two to follow along with their charges in tow. Jason slipped beside the woman and looked at her.

"Hey I'm Jason by the way. What's your name?"

Bella was shivering despite the hot sun beating down on her. Chances are it wasn't from being cold or wet, she knew, but she felt cold anyway, and the shaking didn't stop even after they'd wrapped a large fluffy towel around her. The man who was still fully clothed said nothing when she thanked him, but the other, who was mostly naked and as drenched as she and the other man were did talk. He told her to save her strength, and Bella could only nod somewhat.

Her eyes seemed glazed over and lost... probably from being in shock, the same thing that was causing her to shake from head to toe despite the warmth of the day. She was helped to her feet by a third man, who was examining her. He kept talking to her, but she could barely register that anything was going on as he helped her to her feet.

Once again her attention returned to Jason as he approached and introduced himself. For the second time since returning to consciousness, Bella spoke, and her voice was as shaky and accent-laden as before. The singsong quality so famous in her people's voices came through thick and true as she answered him. "Isabelle Devereux," she introduced herself. After a moment, she seemed to realize she'd just given him a rather french name in a very Irish accent and seemed to babble in her trembling voice for a moment. "Me ma' is Irish, Da moved to Ireland for his work and stayed when he met ma'," as if that would explain everything.

Her head spun some as they walked, light headed after nearly drowning. The crew member wasn't quite quick enough to catch her as she stumbled though, and Bella found herself reaching out to steady herself by grabbing Jason's arm in one tiny hand. She was fairly light, and barely applied enough pressure to make him stop, let alone to make him stumble, so they were safe from falling back into the water. "Sorry... bit dizzy..." she managed to say softly as she struggled to take deep breaths and not fall over.

He couldn't help but smile as she babbled on. Hearing her speak, her musical tones, it almost made him want to ask her repeat the catchphrase for lucky charms. But he didn't, not when he felt her grab his arm. Instinctively he stopped and grabbed a hold of her with his other hand. He looked at her with concern. The fact that she said she was a little dizzy didn't lessen it. Looking at the crewman he spoke to him, "Go ahead and let Will know that if he hasn't already done so, prepare the guest cabins and have a hot bath running." Jason returned his attention to Bella and locked his arm with hers.

"We're heading to my yacht it's just there. We'll go slow and if you feel dizzy just lean on me."

Andre saw them stop and casually walked over.

"Is everything alright?"

"She's a little dizzy."

Andre looked over at Bella concerned she might pass out at any moment. He quickly stepped to her side and gave her a friendly wave as well as his best smile.

"Hello beautiful, I am Andre Beauville. I see you have not yet recovered from your refreshing dip. So if you feel the smallest bit fatigue feel free to hold onto me. I am very strong." Andre flexed his arms and struck a pose. It would've been more impressive had he been more muscular or he wasn't wearing a shirt. It wasn't that he lacked muscles but he was lean and toned so that when he flexed, his muscles instead of bulging like mountains of flesh, rolled across like gentle hills. He gave Bella a mischievous look then winked cheekily.

Jason started laughing, and leaned over to slap Andre on the back.

"Ok Superman no need to scare her away." Jason said then motioned towards Bella. "Andre meet Isabelle Devereux. Isabelle meet our would be superhero who comes to the aid of helpless tourists. We both owe him our thanks."

Isabelle’s hand rested on Jason’s arm for a few long moments as he spoke to someone about running a bath. When he said they were going to his yacht, Isabelle blushed deeply. “Oh no... I don’t want to impose...” she said, but her voice was shaky as the words slipped from her lips. A moment later and they were joined by Andre, the other man who’d been just as wet, though more clothed than Jason. This Andre, as he was introduced, was amusing and Isabelle could only chuckle weakly at his antics.

Looking over at Jason again, she gave him the same smile she’d given Andre, obviously somewhat out of sorts. She was definitely not at the top of her game... thank god these two weren’t customers. “Thank you both... but I’m not a tourist.” She certainly sounded like one, she knew... but she’d been living on the island for over a year now, and her business was thriving. Unfortunately though, it seemed only people who had the money to pay for her to put together their events seemed to know about it.

Another dizzy spell swept over her and the Irish woman had to close her eyes, one arm hooked through Jason’s, the other through Andre’s. If she hadn’t looked so much like a pathetic, half drowned rat she’d have looked like a lovely woman being escorted by two men... But given their varying states of undress and her own wet, shivering look... She was sure they looked more like a motley crew. Still, however, people seemed to stop and stare anyway. That was probably because of Jason’s state of undress, she told herself wryly and tried not to laugh at her own inner joke.

Her skin was cool to the touch, somewhat pruny and wrinkled from the submersion in the water. Shivering slightly, she found herself clinging to both of their arms, the world spinning around her. She wanted to sit down and ask them to stop it’s moving, but she also didn’t want to seem so helpless around the two men who’d saved her life. She already looked like a fool for falling into the water and not being able to get out... What must they think of her?

Jason stopped walking to look at Bella with a serious expression. He smiled slightly to soften his expression but his eyes betrayed him. His concern was that she looked pale and her gaze momentarily unfocused. Unhooking his arm from hers, he placed a hand on her back.

"Hey, I know I said we'd go slow but I don't think you'll make it there without passing out. So I'm going to carrying you." Without waiting for her to reply, Jason scooped her up into his arms while Andre hurried to take his arm away so Jason wouldn't have to drag him along. Jason grunted softly as he adjusted himself then dashed towards his yacht. Without acknowledging Will who stood ready to receive them as they boarded, he went below deck through a spacious passage, plain except for the red mahogany paneling. He stopped reluctantly before the double doors that barred his way, waiting for Andre to catch up and open them. When the doors opened they revealed a spacious room - white and pristine with black accents. At the back of the room another hallway could be seen and the smell of cookies wafted down from that direction. Except for one part of the room, bookcases filled with books that boasted gilt lettering on their spines lined the walls, and comfy white leather sofas ringed the center. In the area without a bookcase, a jet black grand piano stood proudly on a round dais. Next to the piano a staircase curved around it leading up to a landing where another hallway could be seen. It was that stairway that Jason ran up taking two steps at a time. He looked down at Bella, "Sorry about the bumpy ride." He walked to the end of the hallway and looked back to see Andre was still following.

"Welcome to my little place away from home." Jason said with a little smile before he opened the door himself. In the room beyond, a canopied king size bed dominated the room. While on one side a french door was open letting in the breeze and provided a way to get to the spacious balcony.

Andre whistled appreciatively awed but the opulent surroundings. "Its very nice. Would you care if I lived here forever?"

Jason chuckled and put Isabelle down. He stopped Andre as the young man moved to walk in. "If you don't mind wait in the hall, Will will show you which room you can use." Andre nodded but he was disappointed - he had wanted to see more of the room since it wouldn't be likely he would get another chance. Though he couldn't really complain since Jason had been generous already so with a smile and a wave he closed the door and waited. He didn't have to wait long before Will came and led him to a door they had just passed. The room was slightly less spacious than the one that Jason had gone into and it lacked the canopied bed or the balcony, but it was cozy. A plasma screen tv hung in the corner while below it there sat an antique dresser. He carefully walked over to the bed and pressed down into it marveling at its softness and the smooth texture of the sheets. He regretted that he would not be able to get a chance to sleep in the bed. Which led him to think about Isabelle. Now he had a moment to think he thought fondly of the lady he had just rescued. She was heart-achingly beautiful and her musical accent made him smile. He wondered if she was available and what sort of things she liked. He decided after she had recovered he would ask her out. While Andre was lost in thought Will had waited quietly but he had other things to do so he had to interrupt Andre's thoughts.

"The bathroom is to your left - the temperature should be warm and the water in the bath should be just perfect. There are towels hanging on the rack and I'll leave a set of clothes for you on the bed. If you need anything else just call on the phone. Press the number sign and 00 to reach me."

Andre was too amazed to protest but he still remembered to thank the man and shaking his hand gratefully. Will smiled then left closing the door behind him.

***

Jason heard the latch click as Andre pulled the door closed in his bedroom. He had moved into the bathroom, a large room in its own right, with the usual amenities, with the oval bathtub and a shower being the only things customized. Inside the shower three jets running vertically down lined one side of the wall while a hand showerhead topped of the arrangement. Jason liked coming into the bathroom because it reminded him of a grotto, the tiles were brown earthtones the tub was done up so that it looked like a natural pool and when being filled - the water came down the one side like a waterfall. He checked the room's temperature and turned it higher to make it much warmer then made sure there were enough towels for them both. Satisfied he ducked out of the room to let Isabelle know she could use the bathroom.

"Isabelle go sit in the bathroom it'll warm you up and hopefully help you recover. I recommend the shower the massaging jets are amazing. Though the bath will get the chill out of your bones. Whichever you decide just hop in and turn it on. Don't worry about a change of clothes, Will's gotten some already and I'll be calling out periodically to make sure you haven't passed out on me ok?"

Isabelle was carried up onto the boat and through it. She watched everything with somewhat wide eyes. It wasn't that she hadn't seen a yacht before... plenty of her clients owned yachts. She'd even arranged parties and such on the boats. No she was wide eyed because in all her years of being in her business... she'd never been carried aboard a yacht... by it's owner.

She'd never been held in the strong arms of a man who seemed to handle her as if she weighed nothing... and she'd certainly never been shown the kind of hospitality Jason was at that point. He set her down in a bedroom with the kind of furnishings that screamed money and made her a little dizzy just doing the math in her head to figure out how much just that single room must be worth.

He disappeared into the bathroom, only to return a moment later. She was standing near the french doors leading onto the balcony, and was watching the water outside. When he returned, she smiled and nodded. "I really hate to put you out like this... thank you so much for being so kind to me."

With that, she made her way into the bathroom, cracking the door behind her and going to the tub. She liked the idea of the shower, but the tub seemed the more logical choice. She could sit down... the heat of the water would help her warm up...

Stripping, she looked around for a moment before she wrung her clothes out into the sink and folded them the best she could. It was too early to be able to tell if they were salvageable...

She started the water in the tub and climbed in, relaxing back into it as it filled up and letting out a soft sigh of relief as the heat sank into her and warmed her through and through.