Alone...or not...on Fantasy Island

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OOC: The role of Catalina (5'9", toned body, long and silky black hair, ice blue eyes, 38c chest, trimmed "triangle" pubes, and a deep tan) will be played by me. The role of Giovanni (6'2", muscular, curly brown hair, olive green eyes, curly pubes w/ bald balls, 7" uncut) will be played by Poohlive. Any other characters are welcome, but please provide history or description of them. Thank you.

 

[poohlive]

Giovanni coughed more water before he laid his head back on the sand. He was tired, too tired to move, all of his muscles ached and throbbed at once, as if plotting mutiny on him.
Giovanni layed there for who knows how long, but when he finally arose, the tide was back out, and he was on the sand alone. He looked out to the sea. There was no sign of the ship, no floating parts, no surivors, he was the last man alive who was aboard the S.S. Strong.
"Some name," he muttered to himself, finally standing on his own two feet. It still hurt, but he could handle the pain, almost welcomed it. It was proof that he was still alive, and still here.
Giovanni looked around, just as he thought a deserted tropical island. Probably wasn't bigger than a mile in diamtere, but it kept the clothes dry. He looked down, his cothes were dry, he wondered how long he had slept on the sand.
Giovanni went up to a palm tree, and rested in it's shade. The sun still boring down it's heat. Giovanni looked out to the sands, he could have sworn he saw a beautiful woman there. She was standing, then she ran into the woods.
Giovanni shook his head, probably just his imagination. He closed his eyes, and put his head back on the tree.
He quickly nodded off to sleep, still happy to be alive.