Lost Island Tropical Paradise 1628

[BRIGHTWELL]

The first of the ships made their way toward the island. The captain had never seen a storm appear so suddenly. The winds blow in from the east. The waves started to rise. The second ship turns in to the wind and gets hammered. The first ship The Knight's Cross is the first European ship in these waters. The second ship is a galley from the Ottoman Empire. They had been locked in battle for days each looking for some advantage.

The galley looses several of its oars. The Captain of the Knights Cross smiles. with out warning a wave crashes across the quarterdeck. The mizzen mast is snaps in half and dragged out to sea. The captain grows as he sees the short lived advantage floats away. not being a man of caution he orders the ship closer to the island. Hoping to use it as a wind break.

With the waves riding higher then normal, and the Ottoman ship so close he figures he can take a few chances. The Ottoman ship then gets pounded again by a rouge wave. it looses part of its mast. The mast is still connected to it's ratlines. it puts a major drag on the galley. The mast pulls the galley to the starboard in a long sweeping circle. Then the final disaster strikes.

Another wave strikes the galley from the port side and founders the ship. The Captain of the Knight's Cross can hear the cries of the Ottoman seaman. he looks toward the island. He figures he might just pick up a few slaves off the island when the Ottoman survivors make it to shore.

While it is true that the waves were running high that day. There were still dangers in those waters. Far below was a reef that had not yet been charted. With the waves riding extra high this fact was not apparent. The Captain took no action to find out about the hidden danger. His mind was set on the booty he would get from the galley.

The Knight's Cross moved closer to the island and also the reef. It is to late when a sailor looks down when they enter an ebb in the wave and sees the hard green carol just a few feet ahead. He turns his head and calls out, just as the bow smashed head long onto the underwater ripsaw. The carol rip out the bottom of the hull.

Now both ships are lost. The storm blows off further to the east. Who will the survivors be?

 

[Perplexia]

Eliza Jaques had boarded a boat headed to Scotland from England. She had been promised in marriage to a Lord who paid a hefty price after falling in love with her portrait.

The long red haired busty virgin had led a comfortable life. She was brought up to be a lady, and defied it at every turn. She didn't want to be married without love. The thought of being bred like a cattle disgusted her. Having no other options and having the wild girl blacklisted from social engagements they had no choice but to seek a husband for her abroad.

Lord MacDougall was smitten with his soon to be virgin bride, and couldn't wait for her arrival. The seas however had other plans. A massive storm hit the seas veering the ship The Knights Cross off course. Eliza clung to a barrel as the ship was literally ripped apart sending the entire crew to its death and practically drowning her in the process. A board had knocked her unconscious with her fingers locked clinging to the barrel. When she awoke she was upon the sands of an island with pieces of the barrel surrounding her.

It would be presumed that she had died like the rest of the crew, and by some miracle she hadn't. Instead she was thrust upon the shores of a great island covered with trees springs and fruits. There were no other signs of life upon the island that she could see.

Her dress was tattered and her hair was wild as she slowly rose up to inspect her situation. Tears flung to her eyes as she realized the seriousness of her situation. She had never been brought up with survival skills. How was she suppose to survive all alone?

Gathering her strength she began to look for a spring. The eighteen year old girl set through the woods in the hopes of finding one. She observed several trees that held fruit which gave her some comfort to know she would at least have some food. First water, shelter, food and then gather what she could from the wreckage and hopefully find someone alive.

The sound of rushing water filled her ears with joy as she found a small running stream that came off of a mountainous rock. The water was cold and crisp. Dipping her hands in she took a few long drinks from her palms. Wading in carefully she washed the sand from her body and inspected her torn dress. Her body ached from the beating the water gave her. But she had to finish her list of things to do. Following the base of the mountainous rocks she found a narrow cave. This would do to keep her out of the rain whenever it came. Making her way back to the trees she gathered some fruit and took a moment to enjoy the succulent juices as they ran down her lips and chin.

Placing her mound of fruit back in the cave she made her way back to the shore. Her eyes saw water and sand. Trunks and other debris made its way to the shore and she took it upon herself to pull items she would need. There hadn't been many passengers on this ship so the pickings were slim. But there was a few things she could salvage that would make her life her more tolerable.

Hearing a movement from the trees she stopped and turned.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The warmer then normal waters off the English coast surprised Mason Greene. His ship the Knights Cross had stopped at the island for water. It had been in a running battle for days. The First Mate Greg Mattis had lead the party on shore There had been six of them and four casks and four muskets.
Greg had instructed Mason to search the East side of the island for fresh water. Greg said he would take three men and make their way North. Greg had noted that there were numerous fruit trees on the island. He assigned a man to gather fruit for the ship. The last man was left behind to guard the boat.

While the seamen gathered there provisions a storm off the North Atlantic gathered it's fury. The storm gained strength and moved East following the warm waters of the Gulf Stream as it flowed up the East coast of North America toward England.

Mason was the furthest away from the boat when the first signs of the storm hit. Five of the men made it back to the Knight's Cross. The Captain was not happy to have a man left behind on the island. He reprimands Greg for leaving Mason on the island.
Mason mean while, finds a stream with good fresh water high in the hills. As the cask fills he climbs a large hill and looks to the West. The angry black clouds start rolling toward the island. The temperature drops suddenly. Not a good sign. Mason follows the stream back to his cask. When the first of the rain splashes against his face. He looks quickly at the cask now full. He moves the cask to the side of the stream bed.

The rain comes down now in sheets soaking him through his thin sailor linens. He decides to abandon his cask and make his way back to the boat. Mason climbs the first hill leading back to the shore. Its then that Mason sees the Ottoman Galley. He watches as both ships fight their own personal battle against the sea. He sees the Ottoman flounder and feels a sense of joy. Then the Knight's Cross breaks it back on the reef. And his joy turns to grief.

The rain pelting him from several directions, it dawns on him. He is on the island alone. Mason is marooned on the island. He slowly moves down the hill. There is no need to hurry. Greg will not be yelling at him any more.There is no where to go.

It takes him several hours to get back to the beach. He decides the best thing to is find shelter. He walks with great care through the trees and down toward the beach. In no time he finds a sea cave. He then sees he is not alone after all.

"If I had known you were here I would of hurried!" Mason says with a smile.

 

[Perplexia]

The sound she heard turned out to just be a rabbit and she watched as it scurried away. "When i figure out how to get you, you'll be dinner" she spoke to the humid air as the clouds started to roll dark. With her bundle of salvaged items she headed quickly back to the cave. The rain drenched her before she arrived. Standing sopping wet in the entrance she observed a figure of a man knelt over her pile of fruit.

"Oh thank goodness" she exclaimed. "I thought i was the only survivor". She watched as the man turned and examined his figure. Stepping past him she set down the bundle she'd collected. "I grabbed what i could before the rain started again. Do you know how to make a fire?"

Eliza's green eyes flashed at him as she awaited a reply. She recognized him from the ship but never got his name. She had spent most of her time in the cabin, venturing out only once in a while. Those were the captains instructions. He didn't seem happy to have a woman on board his ship.

"I'm Eliza Jacques i was the passenger on the Knights Cross." She added before the man could speak.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"I'm Eliza Jacques, I was the passenger on the Knights Cross." says the woman with the long red hair. " Mason considered her question. "Fire? Of coarse, flint and steel. Both are on the ship. The storm will create a ripe tide across the beach. " Mason reaches over his head and slowly pulls his soaked linen shirt off.
He remembers the woman. He had seen her the night after they had left. She had strolled the deck with the Captain. Now here she was. Her fine clothes torn and soaked.

"When the storm subsides we can go out to the ship and see what we can find. Steel and flints should not be a problem. Finding some weapons would be helpful." He moves to the rear of the cave and lays his shirt on a out cropping of rock. He turns toward her. "If we are lucky we will have a fire tonight. In the mean time" He pauses and gives her a crocked smile.

"You should change out of your wet clothes."

 

[Perplexia]

Eliza couldn't help but stare at his well muscled chest when he took his shirt off. She blushed and turned her head away back to the bundle she brought. "You're right i do need to change, i was lucky to find a couple night shirts so they will have to do for now. Please turn around so i can change."

She was relieved that she wasn't left alone on this island to fend for herself. The man seemed capable and articulate so she was sure to have some interesting conversations.

Once he turned around she unlaced her gown and placed the night dress over it. It took more effort to undress under a gown but she still held modesty. Once the torn dress had been peeled from her ivory skin and stepped out of she advised that he could turn around. Tossing him the other night dress she then advised he should peel out of his wet clothes as well. It was a mens tunic so it wasn't as if she was giving him a girls gown.

She turned so he could change and picked up a piece of fruit she had brought in earlier. She took a bite of it and let out a small squeek as the juices dripped down her chin. "So what is your name and from where do you hail?" she asked after getting a mouth full of fruit swallowed.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

At her request he had turned and faced the rear of the cave as she changed. Then he turned and faced her. The thin night shirt she wore was rather revealing. Her large breasts became pronounced and her areola are visible through the fabric. He wondered if this change was aware to her. If she cared. She through a mans tunic toward him. it was no where as long as hers.

Not sharing her modesty. He unties his trousers and lets them drop. She is looking at the fruit. As she looks up asks. "So what is your name and from where do you hail?" she asks as she takes a bite of the fruit.

Mason slips the white cotton shirt over his head. It falls to his mid thigh. He walks up to her and picks up a piece of fruit. It reminds him of a story he had been told as a child. All that was missing was the snake.

He stand about two feet from her. He looks at the fruit. Then back at her. "My name?" He takes a bite. It is very sweet.

"My name is Mason Greene. The third son of Sir Nigel Greene. You may know of my older brother Marcus Greene the bishop of Sessex. I myself am from Brighton on the coast. Maybe you have heard of Greene Manor of Brighton and the Greene farms?"

 

[Perplexia]

Eliza was definitely not aware that her gown was so shear. So she paid little attention to it and continued with the polite conversation. "I have heard of it. I've visted Brighton as a child. Your father was a well revered knight. I believe your farm was one that supplied a good amount of supplies to the troops.
I saw a rabbit earlier so there is game upon this island. I think that you're right about the weapons we still have much exploring to do, and they'll come in handy for hunting for meat. I suppose we could live off of fruit, but a bit of meat would be much more substantial."

Eliza moved to the edge of the cave to watch the down pour and ran her fingers over her arms. She was a bit chilly in this nightshirt. "I hope the rain lets up so we can get the stuff for a fire" she said half mumbling. Considering they had just ended up on an island in the middle of no where, and there was no telling how long it would be before or if they were rescued. She was quite in a good mood. This meant she wouldn't be getting married. Though being secluded in the middle of no where wasn't exactly ideal.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mason turns and looks out the mouth of the cave. When she touches his arm a shutter runs through his body. He listened to her lament about the storm and the need for fire. He finishes his piece of fruit and tosses it out in to the rain. The wind whips the rain in different directions.
" The winds are confused, that is a good sign. It could mean the center of the storm is directly over us." He turns and looks at her. Her eyes sparkle like diamonds. Though her red hair is still wet, its a fiery red. He wants to kiss her. He wants to kiss her very badly. Then a crack of thunder, makes him jump a little and it breaks the trance.

He looks away to restart their conversation. Me turns and moves back toward the back of the cave. "Yes, my father and oldest brother Morris, run the farm. My brother is a country squire." He laughs lightly. "And myself, I'm a prince! The prince of New Gate. " He turns and shakes two fingers at her. "You my dear are on this rock with a thief. A horse thief at that. The magistrate gave me a choice. Ten years in New Gate Prison or Serve in His Majesty's service. Little did they know. The Captain and crew that is. That I had served on that ship as a lad."

He squats down on the sand and gives her a smile. "Yes, the HMS Knight's Cross had been my father's ship. To honor my brother, the Bishop!" He slowly sits down on the sandy floor and gives her another crooked smile. " My father lost the ship because of taxes. Too much land and no money to pay. I serve the king on my fathers ship dedicated to my brother!" He slowly runs his tongue of his dry lips as he looks at her.
" How's that for a story of irony?"

 

[Perplexia]

Eliza listened to his story as she watched the rain and then turned. "That is a fine example of irony" she concluded. "I was on the ship to be dropped off in Scotland as a bride to a Lord. It seems my reputation of outspokenness and unbecoming behavior had out grown me in England. I found the men there to be ignorant arrogant boobies. Strutting around in their fine clothes and speaking opinions that were formed by someone else." She smiled "I suppose you could see how that would reduce the amount of courtship. Each one would hear rumors of the last being dismissed and would try to out do the previous. It was if i was a prize to be won at a fair. They weren't interested in me, they were interested in being the one that won me." She frowned and turned back to the rain. "You have no idea how exhausting it is to be seen as a package. Now i am just that. Awaiting rescue so i can be forced to marry a Lord that is twice my age, and who paid the right price for a girl he's only saw in a portrait."

She turned back to him "So how many horses did you steal?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mason listens. He smiles when she gets to the part about being a package. Yes he could see that. He looks at her in the long sheer night shirt. A package indeed. All she needed was a bow.

When she finishes and adds her question. He looks to the sandy floor. "Well ether none or six it depends on your point of view. The magistrate took the word of the coach man. Oh did I add that there was coach and some luggage. I was surprised they did not accuse he of being a highway man. " Mason looks up sadly.

"They would of hung me. If they had. They do that to highway men, you know." He shrugs. " The thing is, I didn't see it as steeling. Not the coach nor the horses. While I did take them. There is no denying that. I did not plan on keeping them."

 

[Perplexia]

"I don't think your intentions of not keeping them mattered. But luckily for you they didn't accuse you of being a highway man. But why take the horses and carriage?" she asked with curiosity. "Did you loose yours? or just have somewhere to be?"

She had never had the opportunity to be around someone that had been convicted of a crime her life had been pretty solitude and isolated. It wasn't proper for a lady to associate with such people.

"The rain seems to be letting up a bit should we go and see if we can find more clothes and flint?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mason glances out the mouth of the cave. " We better wait a while longer. This may be just a lull in the storm. There may be a back side we can not see from here." Mason stands and walks over to her.

With the sky lightening up. The sheerness of Eliza's night shirt becomes more noticeable. The out line of her form shows clearly. The roundness of her hips and the toning of her legs are well defined. She appears not to know her womanly attributes were on display. As he grows nearer to her, he sees her hair has for the most part dried.

"Yes well, finding more suitable clothing would be the most appropriate thing to do. We can't work in night shirts. " he says, half wishing they could.

 

[Perplexia]

Elza frowned at him telling her they should probably wait a bit longer. She hated to be told what to do. But she didn't know the ship like he did to know where to locate the flints. Shivering slightly she brought her arms up around her. Moving her hands over her arms to create friction.

Mason appeared to her as a bit rugged but well proportioned. He would be considered a handsome gentleman. She was sure he would clean up nicely and win the hearts of several maidens.

"Do you have any special lady awaiting your return in England?" she questioned feeling the warmth of him near her. Making idol conversation was not really her thing, but it was all she could do other then go stir crazy.

"Does your family know of your incarceration? and why did you need those horses so badly?

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Then with the suddenness of the storms beginning, the same came with calm and the clearing. There had been no backside to the storm. It was as if mother nature had washed the island. And now it was fresh and clean.

Regretfully Mason gives Elza's areola a last look. He smiles to himself then moves to the mouth of the cave. He realizes it had been several seconds that had passed with her question hanging in the air. Some of the answers were painful to answer. Though he they needed to be addressed.

He leads her to the beach, trying his best to remain lite hearted. Maybe speaking the word would help. " A special lady?" He replies dryly. Reaching the waters edge he looks out at the ocean, trying to see the remains of the ship. " For the convict sailor, the only lady waiting for me is the Tyburn. And she is unforgiving. "

He moves down the beach with her following. "As for my family, well the good Bishop of Sessex my dear brother, was in the middle of the whole affair. And as you might guess a delightful maiden was at the center of all this domestic brotherly love. Now, who betrayed who is a matter of perspective. As for the horses and the coach. It was the only way I could think of to get his mistress away from my brother. He wanted things both ways. And I would not stand for it!"

Then Mason sees the remains of the ship's mast. " There!" He points out toward the shattered ship.

 

[Perplexia]

Eliza followed be hind him as they returned back to the beach. The skies were clear and sunny forgetting they ever showered them at all. She listened to his story of woe, and was sorry she asked forcing him to remember the circumstances for his current predicament.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that she said softly" She watched has he headed out toward the mast. "Becareful" she shouted after him. Whilst he sought out the treasures of the ship she began collecting items off the shore. She created piles that would take several trips to retrieve. Several of the trunks had come ashore. Opening them she discovered her trunk full of clothes and a trunk full of males clothes. Other items she collected were cups and bowls and a barrel of wine.

Even a crate of weapons lay upon the shore. She of course knew nothing about them other then what they were. But thought that Mason would be happy to see them.

She looked out into the water starting to grow anxious waiting for him to return.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Upon seeing the mast of the Kinight's Cross Mason stops. He watches as at waves break over the reef. Mason is at first slow to enter the water. He suspects there could be a ripe tide across the base on the tide line. When he had been in the boat bringing him to the island me thought he had felt the boat pull to port.

As he wades into the water, that warm water feeling he had felt before returns. The beach is sandy with just a few small rocks. He figures the reef is about 60 meters from the beach. When he makes it about half way. The water turns colder and the tug of the rip tide makes itself known.

This changes his plan for a direct assault on the reef and the ship. Since the pull in right to left. He figures he should get further to the West and then enter the crossing flow. The undercurrent is steady, but not overwhelming. He angles slightly to the side of the flow not against it so much as trying to use it as much as he can.

Finally he reaches the reef. The surface is rough with small patches of sand. Using the few patches of sand he can find he makes his way to the ship. The hull is shattered and is in pieces. The few cannon that had been on the ship are barrel down into the reef. Mason knows what he is looking for, the flint box. Several barrels float by inside the ship. With each wave a new discovery is made.

 

[Perplexia]

Elza began to get restless as she waited for him. So she got up and started to take small loads of items back to the cave. She made several trips back and forth before sitting back upon the beach and resting once again.

Her eyes continued to watch the water mistaking debris for him on several occasions. After waiting another 30 minutes she got back up and started exploring further down the beach for items. The only womans clothes she found were her own. But there were a lot of mens clothes that she could possibly fit into. Even some pans had been discovered and now all they needed was fire and meat to cook.

Just as she sat back down she finally saw him swimming back toward the shore dragging a net full of items along behind him.

She ran up to edge of the shore and waded in to help him pull the net in with the items. "I got the stuff i found back to the cave while i waited so all we have now is the stuff you found."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The carpenter box

Mason splashes around in ship. He finds two reserve ratlines that he ties together. Moving toward the bow he finds the carpenter's tool box and carries it back to the hole in the hull. He looks around and sees what he is looking for, the box of flints and the rough cut steel. He carries the flint box over to the ratlines.

Using the tools from the carpenter's box he fastens the rat lines to, two of the floating casks. It takes about 45 minutes to get every thing together and get the things over the reef. He moves across the reef and swims and walks on the sandy edges. He finds a shallow section and drags his findings behind him. When the cross currents hits him he draws the barrels forward and used them as floatation devises. Mason finds this makes the crossing easier.

Soon he is in the warm water again swimming slowly toward the beach. Elza waded out to help him."I got the stuff I found back to the cave. While I waited. So all we have now is the stuff you found." She says. Mason looks at her and smiles.

She had not changed yet and is still wearing the same night shirt. She must of sat near the water, for sea spray has made her night gown sheer. And is plastered to her breasts. Her nipples are hard and her areola show through plainly.

"That's great! I can't wait to get out of these wet clothes. They are sticking to me!"

 

[Perplexia]

They drug the items back to the cave and she went out to try and find some dry wood for the fire. She was able to find enough to get it started. "I'm going to head to the stream and wash all this sand off of me. Grabbing a pair of pants and a shirt she headed out to the stream.

She'd couldn't wait to have the fire going she had been cold most of the day. She stripped out of the semi wet gown and headed into the cold stream water. It felt good too wash the sand and the salt off of her. The pants were a tad long on her but seemed to fit ok around the waist. The shirt was definitely made for a man with a long torso. But it was comfortable and dry and she wasn't going to complain.

When she got back the cave she was glad to see there was a fire going. Sitting down in front of it she warmed herself up. The sun had been leaving and the stars were starting to join the moon.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

The moon and the stars and the fire.

Making the fire was simple once the flints dried and the steel. Mason had rolled the barrel of wine into the back of the cave, and rolled it up on top of a well placed rock. He found a spigot in the carpenter's box. Using the tool he unseals the wine barrel and hammers in the spigot. While Elza was gone Mason retraced his steps to the spring he had found and carried the small cask back to the cave. He stripped out of his night shirt and washed up using the water cask.

One of the trunks had been the Captain's. The other had been Sir Donald Marrill's trunk. Sir Donald had left it on the ship a few months back be cause he could not pay the Captain's fee for carrying his niece The Lady Caroline of Dormworth. Sir Donald said the fee was to high. The Captain told him he would get his trunk back when he paid the fee. Now it was in their cave.

Mason opened the Captains trunk and removed some of the more colorful attire and tries them on. So there he stood when Elza returned wearing Sir Donald's pants and shirt. Mason smiles. "Lady Donald you look radiant. A cup of wine for my lady?" He asks holding up two cups he had found near the entrance of the cave.

 

[Perplexia]

Eliza smirked at his addressing her by the name of Lady Donald. She wasn't quite sure what the joke was there but he seemed amused. Taking the cup of wine she did a half ass curtsy. "thank you Captain, I presume?"

She took a seat next to the fire and basked in it's warmth and glow. "tomorrow we should probably start exploring and gathering some more fruit. I hope you can use one of those weapons to secure us some meat."

Her eyes watched the fire dance a bit before she spoke again. "Do you think we'll be rescued? Or do you think the ship blew to far off course?" Eliza wasn't sure which she would prefer, both for her were pretty bleak. Then it came to her, she could claim that Eliza Jacques was drowned at sea if they were rescued and perhaps she could be whoever this Lady Donald was he had joked about.

"If we are rescued i'd appreciate it if you called me Lady Donald, we'll say that Eliza died in the ocean. It will allow me to escape the fate that was in store for me. Would you do that for me?"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

"I'm sorry Lady Donald I don't know any Eliza Jacques. There was another woman on the ship but she was swept overboard in the storm. I saw it myself, it was most sad!" Mason drank from his cup.

"I called you lady Donald because your wearing Sir Donald Marrill's shirt and pants. His niece Lady Caroline of Dormworth was a passenger on my father's ship. And Sir Donald would not pay my father's fee. So rather then keeping the ladies trunk. My father chose the goods of Sir Donald."

Mason leaned back against a large rock and looks at Eliza. "Do you know how it works?" She gives him a strange look.

"What I mean is family. The succession of the sons. The first son inherits the land. The second, goes into the priesthood. The third goes into the military. The fourth goes into the trades. And so on. I am the third son. Ten years younger then my brother the Bishop. I was late getting into military school. I got my regiment after my brother had been married three years. " Mason pauses and takes a drink.

"My regiment had been encamped at a river mill. Just down the road was a tavern. It was a coach stop in Crawley. My brother would meet with his mistress, have a roll in the hay. Then in the morning he would take his coach back to Sessex. And the lady would take her coach back to London. "

Mason stands and walks over to the wine barrel. " I was in the tavern that night. I was there with my commander and three other officers. I was two tables away. She told him she was pregnant and she wanted him to leave his wife. He screamed at her and threw her to the floor. Calling her a whore. Calling her a defiler of god's laws!" Mason fills his cup.

"He then started to kick her, while she was on the floor. I got up punched my brother twice in the face. Picked the woman up off the floor and put her in an empty coach. And into the night I rode. Till I got caught. " He pause to take a drink.

"Yes I can use those weapons. And yes tomorrow we can hunt for some meat." He finishes his wine and walks back over to his rock. " I hope to god we are not rescued. My mistress is unforgiving!"

 

[Perplexia]

"Oh I see" Eliza said softly in response to why he called her Lady Donald. "That was very noble of you" she responded to his rescuing the mistress from a beating by his brother.

"I believe Lord Donald that since we were the only two survivors that this Mason Greene person must have perished in the waters like the rest of the crew. They surely would not dispute the word of a lady about her husband."

Eliza gave him a smirk. "I never knew about the succession. I mean i'm sure I knew I just never really paid much attention. It's good to know that i'm safe with a military man though."

"Would you like another cup of wine husband?" she questioned rising up from her spot to get some more for herself. She liked that they had formed their own plan if rescue ever came. Both would be free to start new lives.

Taking his cup she poured him some more wine and brought him another piece of fruit. She stood next to him looking out into the darkness of the island. Looking back at the fire she noticed there was really only room for them to lay by it they laid next to eachother.

"We'll have to lay next to each other to stay warm by the fire. There's not much room around it. I'm quite tired i think i'll try to get some sleep. Morning will come early and there is a lot we have to do." Placing her hand on his arm she said good night and went to lay down by the fire.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Mason nods as he listens. "You know I noticed some thing." He walks over to one of the trunks. " Sir Donald was strange guy, or at least I think so." He opens the trunk and digs deep and pulls out a silk sheet, and a heavy blanket.

"What I was thinking was." He walks over to the fire and places the blanket on the open space. He continues. " What I was thinking was, well, this being our first night on the island. And our first night as man and wife, its like our honeymoon."

He drops the silk sheet next to the blanket. He watches her as he takes off his shirt. He stands in front of her as she lays on the sand. "Why not sleep on the blanket?" He smiles at her. "Why not, since your now my wife. Why not become my woman?"