Lost at Sea (Closed for SlippedHalo and Myself)

[Donalddeutsch]

I had just woke up on a island. The last thing I remember was our ship being hit by the hi winds, and being tossed overboard. Now as far as I can tell, I am alone on this island, and no one else survived the storm. Then I look around, and see one other person on the beach with me, also knocked out. I walk up to them, and notice that it's a female, one of the other passengers on the boat with me. I lean down and check her vitals, and after seeing that she was still alive, I pull her up out of the surf, and roll her onto her back wondering what we were going to do now. I sit there thinking about what people were going to think when their ship didn't come back when scheduled. She then started to stir and I smiled at her. "Hi there, looks like we're stuck here together. I'm Malcolm by the way."

Malcolm MacDonald
6'3
200 Pounds
Sandy Blonde Hair
Blue Eyes
25 years old
Passenger on the Cruise Ship

 

[slippedhalo]

I had been enjoying my cruise. Just back from a scuba dive, I wanted to get a hower and wash all the sand from my hair before meeting my friends, Gina and Laura for lunch. I had been just out of the shower, my favorite sun dress on when the odd jerking and rocking of the ship began. I must have hit my head because remember nothing else afterward.

I awake to the hot mid-day sun, feeling the unclean grime of sand all over me, even more than before my shower and a man leaning over me as I rise on my elbows, realizing we appear to be on a beach somewhere.

"Hi there, looks like we're stuck here together. I'm Malcolm by the way." he says.

"Stuck? Wha-what happened?" I ask, genuinely confused and a little afraid as I see bits of what appeared to be ship's hull washing ashore. "Where are we?" I ask.

Moira McNeely
Age: Twenty-four
Journalism Student one semester from a her Master's Degree

Copper Red, long wavy hair, pale porcelain skin, long limbed, athletic, yet petite, only five foot one and one hundred thirteen pounds.
Green eyes
Breasts 36C
round, firm ass
body hair completley waxed away

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled at her reassuringly. "As for where we are, I have no idea, some island somewhere. What happened, as far as I could tell, is that we were hit by a storm while out to sea, and as far as I know, we are the only survivors from the ship. I'm sorry if you were onboard with anyone, I don't think anyone else survived, at least I haven't seen anyone on the island with us. But then again, I just woke up a few minutes ago myself." He looked at her, and started brushing some of the sand out of her face and hair absentmindedly. --My she is beautiful, this won't be to bad to be stuck on this island with her at least.-- He was thinking to himself. He was wearing a pair of shorts, and a light weight shirt, along with sandals, looks like he was heading to the pool when it happened.

 

[slippedhalo]

Moira's stomach lurched and she felt nauseous but held the sensation back. She was thinking of Laura, her best friend since childhood and Laura's fiancee. She knew Billy would be heart broken upon finding out about Laura's death. Gina and Moira were roommates through the first four years of college and had been good friends ever since. Gina and she were both into journalism and only a semester away from graduating with Master's degrees from the same university. Moira shook her head, the death of her two closest friends didn't seem quite real yet. Tears formed in her eyes but she wiped them away quickly, knocking Malcom's hand away from her face in the process.

Quickly she stood and looked around. It was an unfamiliar terrain to Moira. She and Malcolm walked the entire perimeter of the island searching for any place to find help and were back in the spot they started from within less than four hours. At the center of the island, more inland, it was higher in altitude and there was a massive covering of forest over rocky hills and the occasional cave. They found a stream which emptied into the belly of a small cave and then later to the sea. Following it they discovered that the water got fresher and sweeter the higher up the hill they climbed until a series of waterfalls met them at the top. Near this stream some fruit trees grew, a pleasant change from the many coconut and banana trees. Occasionally, they stumbled upon a tree that produced some sort of citrus fruit, or a few berry bushes and found one small tree with something akin to walnuts hanging from it's boughs. These meagre treasures sustained the thirsty and hungering pair much better than the difficult coconut and the binding bananas. The tempurature was also a little cooler up in the forest, shielded from the hot sun by the density of the trees. With fresh water nearby and ready to eat food on hand. The pair decided this was a better place to set up camp for the night.

They spoke very little at first. Only commenting on the landscape or the occasional discovery. Niether wanted to upset the other with conversation about the ship or the lack of other survivors, or the fact that it appeared they were stranded and quite alone. It was only mentioned by Moira in her sleep as she called out to her friends through a swirling sea of debris and flame, awakened only by her own screaming as she sat up panting in the darkness. She looked over, past the campfire to see she had awoken her compainion, Malcolm. "Sorry I woke you." she breathed, as she tried to slow her heartrate and control her breathing. A sense of despair rose in her as the reality of their situation finally struck her. She began to cry, uncontrollably.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm was at her side immediately, and held her in his arms as she cried. "It's ok Moira, we will get through this. They will find that the ship was lost, and send out search planes for survivors." He was trying to think of something to help her get her mind off her best friends. He knew that she felt bad, and hoped that she will mourn and be able to come to grips with it soon.

Now for the fruits, he wasn't much into being a vegetarian, but the circumstances made it so that they couldn't help it. The fruit was good tho, and so sweet. He was going to see about whether there was any wildlife on the island tomorrow, and also see about setting up a signal fire over the next couple of days. Right now he was worried for his new friend, and held her in his arms as she cried. "It's all right that you woke me Moira, I wasn't really sleeping, kept reliving the shipwreck."

 

[slippedhalo]

Moira nodded, her tears already beginning to dry as she settled into Malcolm's grasp and let him rock her back to sleep again. She drifted off, feeling drowsy and comfortable in his arms.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm drifted off to sleep also when she did, and didn't have anymore nightmares that night. For some reason, they helped each other out while alone on this island. He had to admit that she was a good looking woman, and if they were under different circumstances, he would ask her out, but under the current circumstances, where they were the only ones on the island, and they were worried about survival, well it wasn't the appropriate thing.

 

[slippedhalo]

After a few weeks a routine had been established by the pair, each having important jobs necessary to their comfort and survival. Meat wasn't easy to come by but Malcolm had caught a few rodents and even a wild boar once. Moira focused on fishing and they had a steady diet of fish to get them through when the fruit and nuts wasn't enough. They were busy enough yet their work still gave them time to think and Moira was slowly working through the painful acceptance that they might not be found veyr quickly. Not with hurricaine season right around the corner. She realized that they may not even be searched for until after fall and winter weather calmed down the rough seas and skies, that was at least eight months away. They'd be old news by then and interest in finding them would wane. People would assume everyone had gone down with the ship. She said this to Malcolm over supper one evening to guage his reaction. The look in his eyes told her the thought was disturbing to him too yet somehow they were somewhat content together and she found herself glad it was him she was stranded with and not someone less agreeable.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled and nodded. "We need to figure something out about what we're going to do with shelter during the Hurricane and winter season. Now I know that there are a lot of caves on this island, and I think we should find one near the water source." He was trying to keep calm, but he knew that things were going to be rough for them.

 

[slippedhalo]

She nodded looking up toward the highest point on the island. "Somewhere up there would most likely be the safest, hopefully we can stay dry in there. The storm we had last week, that blew away our plastic and wood shelter is nothing compared to what the upcoming hurricaines might be like." stated Moira impassively as possible, hoping her dread wasn't showing too much through her projected calm demeanor. She thought the caves were their best bet for safety but they were so dark, dreary and cold and she worried about what else could be seeking shelter in it's dark depths. "Tomorrow we should start taking more in depth looks in the upper caves, to see which seems the most livable." she suggested.

Her dress was torn near the thigh and wasn't holding up very well latley. As she bent to sit closer to the fire she heard the telltale rip that the tear had now spread even higher. "Tomorrow I think I also need to go through some of that luggage that washed up, find something else to wear." she commented, her blush betraying her as she looked down into the flames afraid to actually look down and find out how much flesh was actually showing.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled and nodded. "Or you can look through your own luggage tonight. I saw that there were both our bags in them this afternoon, and brought them up to camp with me." He pointed out the luggage that was sitting against one of the trees. "That way you don't have to worry about finding something to fit." He smiled slightly, as he looked her over. --Get that thought out of your mind right now, she isn't interested in you, no matter how much you are in her.-- he thought to himself, while sitting in front of the fire getting warm. He barely got through last weeks storm without a cold, from wearing these shorts.

 

[slippedhalo]

Moira hadn't seen her bags under all the stuff Malcolm had been carting up to camp in the past couple of days. He was trying so hard to make her life easier. She hoped he realized how much she appreciated his efforts. Her face brightened as she rose to retrieve her suitcase. "Oh, Malcolm, you are brilliant! Thank you." she said as she put the suitcase down a little closer to their firelight and turned on her heels to hug him quickly.

Quickly, because any prolonged contact between the two of them seemed awkward and uncomfortable for some reason. Probably because the last time Moira and Malcolm hugged (upon catching a large batch of fish) she came away pretty certain he had gotten an erection from the contact and she was a little embarrassed for him still.

She looked into his eyes as she came down off of her tip toes from the hug and saw his greatfulness for her appreciation, she also saw something more there, a spark? She pushed the thought from her mind for the moment. Perhaps she was only imagining things, perhaps this was simply the result of a male and female being forced together as a result of having no other choices, she wasn't sure but a mutual attraction was there and Moira wasn't certain what to do about it. She kept on ignoring it until it would no longer go away. Moira smiled nervously and then turned her attention back to her suitcase finding a pair of soft shorts and a tank top which would be better for sleeping than what she had on. She also put out a pair of jean capri's and a different tank for the following day. From what she could tell there were only about four outfits, six or seven if one changed up the combinations. She was still pleased, though. She'd been wearing the same dress and washing it for weeks. Alternating clothes before having to wash again would be a welcome change.

It wasn't safe for her to go off into the darkness of the forest or the caves alone to change. They were just a tad too far from their camp so Moira simply turned her back to Malcolm as she removed her dress and tossed it aside standing facing away from him in nothing but her thong and no bra. She quickly grabbed the tank top first and slipped it on over her head, then slid her long legs into the soft cotton shorts, tying them at the waist. They sat just below her waist and the tank top rose just a little, leaving her flat stomach exposed yet somehow Moira felt more covered and comfortable in this outfit than in her torn dress. She sighed and resumed her previous spot by the fire, smiling at Malcolm in thanks as she did so.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled and nodded. "It was no problem Moira, I know what it's like to have your own clothes in a situation like this. You look nice by the way." He blushed a bit at this, he had saw her take and change in front of him, yah with her back to him, but he wondered if she knew that one of her best features was her arse, especially in that thong. He shook it out of his mind, trying to concentrate on anything else but the beautiful woman in front of him. It wasn't working that well, but he would live with it.

 

[slippedhalo]

Moira smiled. She fed another log into the flames and watched the sparks fly, staring at Malcolm through the firelight then averting her eyes as he stared back. She looked down and saw that her nipples were quite erect, poking through the fabric of her tank top in the cool night air and she moved closer to the fire, hoping Malcolm wouldn't notice her body's reaction to the cold because it only drew attention to her breasts. She tried to warm herself by the fire and ignore her body for a while.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled at her ignoring the fact that it seemed that things were going on with both their bodies. He didn't want to embarass her by pointing things out. "Are you cold Moira, I can pull out another blanket if you like." He smiled at her, and went to grab a couple more blankets from the stack of stuff that had washed up from the wreck. There were things that had washed up that he didn't want her to see, because it was bodies, but he had buried them where she shouldn't be able to find them earlier.

 

[slippedhalo]

"A little." she answered honestly, wondering if he had been looking at her erect nipples and used that as a clue. That meant he had been staring at her breasts. Why would he do that? she wondered. "How did you know I was cold?" she asked tentatively as he put the blanket around her shoulders and she looked up into his eyes, seeing her answer there,"Oh." she said, blushing profusely now. "Was it so obvious?" she asked, feeling like a schoolgirl instead of a confident grown woman at that moment.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

--Ok Malcolm, time to be totally honest with her, you have been so far.-- He thought to himself. "Moira, of course I saw, and I'm sure you have seen what you have done to me. We're alone on this island for who knows how long, and I find you to be a very attractive woman." He blushed also, wondering what she would think of this, and hope that she didn't think him being to blunt and to the point.

 

[slippedhalo]

Moira's eyes widened. She hadn't expected him to just come right out and say it that way, even though the thought had crossed her mind several times. They were young, and attractive and alone together, and who knew how long it would be before they would be rescued, months, a year, perhaps longer... would it be fair to either one of them to ignore the attraction they felt, especially with no other outlets available for such energies?

She shifted and pulled the blanket tighter around her. "I have thought about that too, Malcolm. But...I don't know what to do. This is such a wierd situation."

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm went over to her and pulled her into his arms wrapping another blanket around them. "I don't know what we're going to do either Moira, but as long as we're together, we will be able to handle anything." He kissed her on the forehead, or at least he was aiming for her forehead, but in the dim light, he missed and kissed her their first kiss on the lips. He blushed and pulled back some apologizing for being so forward there.

 

[slippedhalo]

The sudden kiss took Moira by surprise but she was warmed by the contact and having him so near, kissing her, made her body react in such a way she ended up wishing he would have held the kiss a little longer. He backed off and apologized. She took a bold step forward and snuggled him under the blanket then rose on tip-toe to kiss him back.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm was a bit surprised when she kissed him back, but didn't argue with it, and he held the kiss longer this time, holding her in his arms. His heart was singing now that he had found someone. When the kiss broke he smiled down at her and kissed her nose. 'Hmm, that was really nice, and I can get used to doing that more often. I have so wanted to do that for about a week now, but didn't want to freak you out, or have you think that I was just coming on to you because we're all alone here."

 

[slippedhalo]

"You mean you're not coming on to me just because we're all alone here?" she asked, teasing him.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled and nodded. "I would never treat a woman like that. I have more respect for you than that. It would have to be us being stuck here for longer than we have to have it where I just came onto you just because your the only one here, no I respect you and and coming to have feelings for you." He kissed her again.

 

[slippedhalo]

Moira enjoyed kissing Malcolm, an activity they came to spend the rest of the evening doing, and intensely. But, she was still feeling too shy to go much further than the making out and letting his hands wander but she wasn't certain how to tell him that without suggesting they get some sleep and pretending to be tired.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Malcolm smiled as they spent the evening kissing. He loved having her in his arms like this, and wasn't going to push her into doing anything that she wouldn't want to do. She had a good body, nice and soft, and he was enjoying exploring it with his hands.