Stranded

[intriguess]

Setting

Lush tropical paradise with no critters on land. The island has a natural pain reliever and muscle relaxant in the plants along with some sort of birth control, which is why no animals are on the island. There are plenty of fish and other water bound creatures however and maybe birds that live off fish. So no mesqiutos, no headaches, and a sort of relaxed feeling is present in any who stay there too long.

Requests

Add to setting as needed but do not overwrite it, no wild dogs or aborigines appearing. Respect others characters, this thread has potential for multiple characters. Spin offs welcome, you can always pm to each other and work out a large section if you are both on line at same time and post it as big posts rather than a ton of small ones.

Details

A large storm caused a cruise ship to lose several lives, these people end up on the island. It would be nice to have a wide range of characters people who would not interact in any other situation, and therefore probably never met on the boat. Which is why I'm starting the story on the island. How you ended up off the ship and on the island is up to you. This was a fairly sudden storm and you will only have the items you carry on you. No bringing of luggage and as ship did not actually wreck no luggage washing up on shore either. So consider what you carry with you every day and bring that. Such as clothing, eyeglasses, purses, wallets, watches, shoes, pocket knives, necklaces, and other jewelry items.

First post should include, how you ended up on island, status on ship (single/married, worker/vacationer, social class) include as many details about your appearance as possible and list all the items you are carrying with you.

 

[intriguess]

Mikayla

Mikayla Barnes, bright brainy boring, or at least that's how men seemed to see her. So she opted for a cruise, a way to play outside her character and enjoy some time in the sun. She was resting in her room after lunch when the storm hit, she had not been feeling well. Someone knocked on her door, saying there was a fantastic storm brewing and to come up to watch it.

She grabbed her purse and headed up, and being ignorant of boats ended up on the top deck instead of the viewing deck. She had always been fascinated by storms but after being swept off deck, fear overtook her.

She woke up coughing with the bright morning light hitting her face. She coughed so hard it hurt, and then realized how much of her did hurt. Her lips were dry and as she ran her fingers up over her head she noticed her long dark brown hair was a salty mess. She stood slowly and began taking stock of her situation. Her sandals were gone, obviously taken away in the storm. Her light blue t-shirt was torn and salt encrusted. Her thin wrap around skirt seemed to be in one piece. The salt and sand made her skin itch and she put her clothing and purse securely on a rock and went out into the water and rinsed herself off as best as she could.

She redressed finding that her t-shirt was practically worthless, she rinsed them out before putting them on. It was a warm morning and they would dry soon, she hoped. There were a few clouds in the sky and the hairs on her arm raised at the thought of a storm. She began looking through her purse as she head along the beach. The sand was soft on her feet. Mikayla felt very small, at 5'2" she was short with a stocky build, broad shoulders and hips, curvy, with full lush breasts. Not that anyone noticed as she dressed to look even fatter than she was.

She stretched slowly and spoke out loud, "One bag of pretzels preserved, three candy bars, one pack of gum ruined, $50 dollars and some change not that money will do me any good here, a couple ruined business cards, fingernail clippers, one bottle of nail polish, key chain with assorted keys and tags on it, ID, one sewing kit intact, one bottle ibuprofen destroyed, one pair of sunglasses, a bottle of sun tan lotion, few items of make up demolished, a brush, one comb, and 6 rubber bands."

She shivered and noticed that the clouds were growing darker. Mikayla did not want to be alone when the storm hit and desperately hoped she was not alone.

 

[Wolk]

Steven Richards

He was a rookie lawyer. Only a year out of law school, he had little experience with the world outside of studies, student parties and the like. Law school was one tough nut to crack, but Steve managed to, and yeilded a decent job. After half a year he was reaping the first rewards of that long hard work, relaxing onboard a ship on a two week cruise through warm seas. The rhythm, the ladies - it was all he hoped for.

Until that fateful storm, which threw him around helpless for a while before dumping him on one of the numerous islands that littered this part of world.

"Cruise ships are supposed to be safe!" Steve muttered in anger, picking salt and sand out of his blond hair, before washing his face, kneeling among the gentle waves. "When I get back, the cruise company is so screwed! Folks in the firm will sure jump on the opportunity and with the victim as skilled in law as I am, it'll be a sure win. That'd make me a great financial start!"

Steve went back and paced the shore, looking for something. "Yes!" he screamed picking up his glasses and putting them on. "So much better." He usually wore contacts, but that evening he had already taken them off for the night, so when he decided to go for a walk outside he grabbed his glasses instead.

The tall lawyer with green eyes and a cute smile stood up, facing the ocean and stretching. Somehow he did not feel almost any pain in his body, though he would expect it to be badly battered by the storm. Happy at his luck, Steve sat in the shadow of a nearby palm, leaning against its trunk and inspected his belongings. He had his glasses, a very good Swiss mechanical watch, his shoes, his gray T-shirt and blue jean shorts. He checked the pockets, finding only a pack of condoms, a napkin and his wallet. Besides the now useless ids, licenses, banking cards and paper money, the wallet also held a sizable pile of loose change. Steve carefully hid the coins back into his wallet, zipped it and put it back in his pocket. If he was going to be stuck here, metal, even in form of coins, was going to be indeed precious.

Steve stood up, looking around. It was time to explore the island. One direction bordered the ocean, another a jungle where Steve was unwilling to go. That left two others along the beach. He flipped a coin and caught it on his hand. Heads. "That way." Steve said and marched briskly along the shore, looking for anything or anyone.

 

[Alerdene]

Callie

OOC - Callie, age 22. On the cruise merely to appease her boyfriend, it's not her sort of thing at all. Her parents are wealthy, she has a trust fund, she has no job. She's on the line between goth and preppy depending who she is with. 5'9, slender, full breasts, very pale skin, small dragon tattoo in the small of her back.

IC

She awoke with a start, scrambling up off the sand, only to fall back down again as a wave of dizziness shot through her. Her hand went to her head and came away with a red sticky wetness on it. The cut on along her hairline wasn't bad, just seemed to have bled a lot. She sat up and looked around, flashes coming back to her. The boat. The storm. All of it came rushing back and she nearly choked when she realized what had happened. The cruise ship had sank... where was she... how did she get here?

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Callie hadn't wanted to go on the cruise. It wasn't her sort of thing. She lived in New York and was used to the busy city life. But her loser, drug dealer of a boyfriend had insisted. He had something to take care of at one of the stops. She had waved her hand as he told her, not wanting to know any more then she needed to. She'd found over their time together that it was better that way. The less she knew about what he did, the better. But she let herself be dragged along and had been somewhat enjoying the trip if she was honest with herself. A little smoke here and there, an even rarer snort of something, and she'd actually been relaxing... ignoring her boyfriend most of the time, content to hang out by the pool most of the time.

She'd just gotten done eating lunch when the storm hit. It'd been brewing all morning, dark clouds forming overhead keeping her fascinated. She'd always loved storms. She'd planned on going up on deck for a moment just to see the lightning and had just reached the upper deck when she heard a huge cracking noise. People had started screaming and running...

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She rubbed her head and stood up gingerly. She couldn't remember anything else. After the screams started everything went fuzzy. Wiping the blood off on her shorts, she looked around and realized she was in a small inlet of some sort. Her black shorts and skintight black crop shirt were stiff, with salt she assumed.. as was her long jet black hair. Her ivory skin was marked here and there with bruises or dirt, and she had dried blood along one side of her face from the cut on her head. Stretching, she realized she didn't seem to be hurt anywhere else though. Her chapped lips parted slightly however as realization began to sink in. She was alone. Somewhere. Where was her boyfriend? Was he dead? Was he there? She dumped out her pockets and stared in a daze at the contents. Her small switchblade that went with her everywhere, a lighter, credit card, ID, and two small baggies, one with several rolled joints in it, the other with a small amount of white powder. The baggie with the powder in it was a mess, water had seeped in making a soup and she went even paler as she realized it was useless, dropping it to the ground. The other wasn't so bad, it had been closed tighter and the joints were merely damp, perhaps salvagable. She had a slender gold chain around her neck, and decent sized diamond earrings in her ears, along with a silver hoop near the top of one ear. Her shoes were gone as were her sunglasses. Stuffing the things back in her pocket, she looked wildly around, beginning to panic. She was in the middle of God knows where with a knife, and a couple of joints. No water, no food, no nothing. She began to walk, wincing as she heard thunder again. Pushing her wild hair away from her face, her tall frame made its way down the beach, looking around, for anything, anyone who might be out there, occasionally calling out though her voice was somewhat hoarse..

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

 

[Wolk]

Steve

Walking through the soft sand was difficult and after half an hour Steve's legs were begining to feel it.

"That's what you get for not excercising enough!" He thought sitting down at the base of a thick palm, angry at himself. "Thought you'd never need to walk; thought you'd always have your car, huh? Well, there you have it, you lazy fatass. Now up, maggot!"

Steve stood up and continued walking, now keeping closer to the palms where the ground was more solid and the shade provided a pleasant relief from constant bombardment the sun kept pouring from above. Steve was getting thirsty, realizing that water would cause the biggest problem. He couldn't drink from the ocean, and without fresh water he would be dead within a couple of days. A cold, rough hand of fear gripped his heart for a moment, as he realized the prospect of becoming a pile of bones laying unburied among these palms was very real. He had to find water, urgently.

Hello? Can anyone hear me? The faint sound startled Steve at first, then brought a smile to his face. "I guess I'm not alone!" he thought. "Maybe it's even the rescue team!"

"Over here!" He yelled at the top of his strong voice, walking towards the sound. "Over here!"

 

[Alerdene]

The sand was hot on her bare feet, but she didn't even notice it as she kept walking, in a daze, calling out. Thoughts raced through her head, some of them almost whimsical. Maybe this was a reality show and there were cameras somewhere filming her. She actually laughed outloud for a moment before the somber realization that it wasn't a show hit her. She could die here. She had no food, no water, and so far, no company. She wasn't a helpless rich kid, she hung with street crowds and had some survival skills, but she wasn't sure how much good they were going to do her on an island... or what she assumed was an island.

Over here!

Her head snapped up and she looked around. What was that?

Over here!

She nearly fainted with relief as she realized it was a real voice. Not one in her head, but a real person, calling out in answer to one of her own hoarse calls. She began moving faster, as fast as she could anyway, and crested a dune on the beach, her eyes searching frantically passing over the man once before she focused on him. A man. A real man. She stumbled towards him in relief at seeing another person.

Thank God.. I thought... I was alone.

Her voice was filled with gratitude, though the man had done nothing but appear. But her morose thoughts were lifted when she saw him, he was her light. Even if he was from the ship and not a rescue team, it didn't matter. She wasn't alone. Maybe there were others. As she drew closer, she realized he must be from the ship, he looked vaguely familiar. And he was rather rumpled and salt-encrusted just as she was. She didn't care... she launched herself at him, giving him a hug, before stepping back self-consciously. She wasn't usually an openly emotional person, but she'd been so happy to see him. Anyone. Her voice still hoarse, she managed..

I'm so happy to see you.. were you on the ship? Are there more? Where are we? Do you have anything to drink?

She stopped abruptly as she realized if he was from the ship he probably didn't know anything more then she did..

 

[Wolk]

Steve

Not a minute later he rounded a small cape and saw the source of cries that attracted him earlier. The voice belonged to a young woman, who ran towards him.

Steve walked towards her as fast as he could, knowing from recent experience how stressful running through the sand is on leg muscles and instincively protecting them. He caugh the young woman, who did not lose any of her natural beauty despite salt-stained clothes, roughed look and lack of cosmetics on her face, as she jumped on him. Steve hugged her tightly, comforting her, leting her flush out all the terrible emotions that must have went through her head, like they did through his, being alone on the island with nothing or nobody to help you survive.

She was a strong woman, for not a minute later she fully regained herself, standing back, as if embarrased for her conduct. Steve didn't mind at all. He knew how she felt.

I'm so happy to see you.. were you on the ship? Are there more? Where are we? Do you have anything to drink? The young woman fired questions like a high-speed machinegun.

Steve smiled, backing away slightly with his hands waving defensively before him. "Whoa, whoa, hold your horses, dear." He put his arm around her shoulder, though making no physical contact, inviting her to walk with him. "Lets sit down in the shade and figure out what we got to do. My name is Steve, by the way."

While they walked, Steve told the woman his story briefly, asked a few questions about her. They sat down. "We will have to find fresh water," he stated the obvious. "If I am right and this is a small island, there most likely aren't any permanent streams. The island's too small to support any. Probably, the streams only flow after it rained, so we will be looking for dry stream beds. The good news is, whatever falls on the island, must go into the ocean, so if we round the shoreline, we are bound to find at least one."

Steve looked at the sky, watching dark clouds in the distance. He didn't know if it was the storm that stranded them here moving away or a new one moving in. "It could be we don't have a lot of time in the sun left, too." He told the young woman pointing at the horizon.

 

[Alerdene]

Her skin turned a faint shade of pink as he raised his hands in front of him, stopping her. She smiled slightly and told him her name as she walked with him.

Callie. I'm Callie. Normally I'd say I was glad to meet you... but in this case... I think I love you.

She gave him a grin as she said this, her spirits restored momentarily... as long as she focused on his words and didn't let her mind wonder about thier situation too much. Sinking down in the shade, she realized she was a lot sorer then she had thought, her legs especially and she sat rubbing them. She sombered a bit as they sat and talked however, telling him briefly about her being on the cruise, leaving out her boyfriend's unsavory dealings. He seemed a pretty clean cut guy, attractive too, once she actually looked at him, and she doubted he'd want to hear about her not so legal activities. She nearly choked as he talked a little about himself. A lawyer. Of course. She was doubly glad now she'd left out the drugs part. Not that it mattered if they were going to die here. He seemed much more together then she was, he didn't seem worried at all. Just matter of fact about things, things they would need to do. She was glad... she wasn't sure she was thinking straight enough to manage for herself at the moment.

Looking around she listened and nodded as he explained about walking around the island, her eyes focusing on the storm clouds, unsure herself of which way they were moving. When he had stopped talking she sat looking at him for a moment before glancing back at the clouds. Standing unsteadily, she held her hand out to him.

I don't know about you, but I don't want to be wandering around an island in the dark.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Nicholas Romanov

"What the hell happened?" he muttered as he drew himself further up on the rocky shore. His blue denim coveralls were still intact, and even the ravaging seawater had failed to remove the hard-earned grease and oil stains that came from years working in the engine room. Nicolas Romanov, Russian by birth but schooled in England, still spoke with a slight Russian accent as he cursed his way through the small, sharp outcroppings. His matted black hair hung down over his forehead, and several strands slightly covered his pale blue eyes.

Romanov stood just over six feet, but was built like a bullfighter's worst nightmare. His barrel chest and thick, stocky legs had come from years of working on fishing ships, loading thousands of pounds of bait, only to have to turn around days later to unload several tons of catch. And he managed all of this while minding the often decrepit diesel engines on the aging boats.

This cruise had been his big jump. He had managed to pull a few favors from old captains and have him put aboard the ship in the engine room, toiling away on the monstrously large and polished engines. It was the first time for Romanov to be on such a fabulous vessel, but right from the start, he knew this voyage was going to be different.

Then the storm had hit. He had been ordered topside to pull the water-protective sleeves over the engine intake ports and had just finished with stern intake four, the last of the 16 on the ship, when the wave had taken him into the sea.

He stood, stretching his muscular shoulders and arms, exhausted from clutching the shattered deck chair that had saved him from drowning, and brushed the hair back from his face.

"Well," he said, "This can't be good."

Reaching into his pockets, having to remove several liters of water and sand from each, he managed to find the stub of an old cigar, which he promptly placed between his teeth. His webbed nylon tool belt had been stripped of most of its tools, but still held his trusty flat-head screwdriver, claw hammer, and a 24-inch long, quarter-inch diameter pry bar.

The voices from further along the beach drew his attention, and he emerged from the treeline, confidently chewing the end of the soaked, diesel smelling cigar stub.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

The bedraggled couple standing on the beach immediately caught his attention. The tall, slender man standing hand in hand with a slightly shorter, but wonderfully proportioned woman, could have been a scene from any popular romance movie made.

He took the stub from his mouth and called out to them, hoping that they were not illusions brought on by the afternoon heat. He never broke his even stride as the distance closed between them.

"Hey!" he cried out, "Hey, you from the Pacific Star?"

As he drew closer to them, the immensity of the situation began to sink in. These three lone people, on this lone beach, could be all that was left from what once was the jewel of the South Wales shipyard.

The black clouds which had brewed the storm that took the Pacific Star were fading into the distance in the west, but another storm seemed to be brewing in its wake.

 

[intriguess]

Mikayla Barnes

She was tired and the wind was picking up and she wished for a piece of gum, heck anything to chew on. She noticed some plants and figuring being poisoned would be just as good as dying from dehydration she picked one and began munching. For once was glad she was a strong swimmer and wondered if that had saved her.

She wondered if anyone even knew she was missing. Her job would be crying over her and cursing their loss. It was not everyday that a qualified therapist was willing to work with trauma patients, even those incarcerated.

She suddenly thought of the movie where Tom Hanks is alone on island and begins talking to the volleyball.

What.......she was hearing voices......she paused and realized they were coming from in land. Thankful that she was not going crazy she sped up her pace and was glad the brush was not cutting into her as she heard water. WATER, her mind shouted as she spotted three figures by the water source. As she got closer she noticed one was a woman, and the other two male. It looked as if the four of them were as different as possible. She just hoped no one needed serious medical attention.

 

[Wolk]

Steve

"Thank you," he smiled, taking her hand and getting up. "That way is a whole lot of beach for about half an hour, so lets go where you came from." Steve told Callie, leading the way and her by the hand. It wasn't polite he knew, but the soft touch of her hand was so pleasant under the circumstances that he couldn't make himself release it. She didn't seem to mind it, though, and so they walked hand in hand like a romantically aquainted couple, for whom only another existed in the entire world. The latter part was not that far from the truth, in their situation.

While they walked Steve tried to chat. Talk about something, anything, doesn't matter if it's meaningless or deep, as long as they talked and didn't give the island's sounds monopoly in their heads. His lawyer tongue came in handy here. The conversation flowed smoothly, enchantingly, discussing everything from Hollywood's latest flicks and news to peculiar scientific discoveries made on such tropical islands.

"...and when they dug up the cave, they found a skeleton of a dwarf. Anomaly, you say? Ha, that's what I thought too, but they found many more skeletons and all of them dwarves - like human but no more than three feet high. On the entire island - only dwarves. They hunted, gathered food, used simple tools and survived for tens of thousands of years. So can we. Except there is no volcano here to wipe us out like it did dwarves." He smiled. "Hey, what's that?"

It sounded like early spring, when the sun begins to shine warmer and drops of molten snow start dropping off the roofs everywhere. Barely noticable, the sound was nonetheless distinguishable from the ocean rolling softly onto the beach. They ran towards it, pushing lush tropical vegetation out of the way, scratching their bodies here and there in the process, until they finally saw it. A tiny stream fell off the small stone cliff, no more than two feet high, crashing into a small pool before continuing to flow towards the ocean. The water in it was crystal clear, virgin, untouched by industries that never existed in this part of the world.

With an almost orgasmic moan Steve held a handfull of the vital fresh liquid and took it in hungrily. "Tastes divine!" he moaned. After saturating his thirst, Steve washed his face, threw some water into his hair to wash down the salt. It didn't help his appearance much but he felt a lot better.

 

[Wolk]

OOC: Oops, shoot, didn't see your post, MilkManDan007. Let's make it Romanov saw us by the stream, OK?

 

[MilkManDan007]

OOC: That's fine, no biggie. You caught me at the treeline.

Romanov

The smaller woman came rushing up behind the trio, with all the silence of a pack of wolves, just as Romanov reached into the stream. The three stood and took stock of the smaller woman, wearing a shirt that revealed more than it covered.

"Hey, there's another one," Romanov called out as he placed the cigar stub into his coverall's pocket. "Guess there might be several of us here. Wonder how many of the, God, it had to be 450 passengers, got off before she went down. Couldn't be just us four. And then there's the crew, there were damn near 200 of us too. But I've never seen anything sink under the waves faster than the Star."

The smaller woman approached the group, and Romanov was the first to speak to her.

"Hey darling," he said, smiling. "Nice day for a walk in the woods, isn’t it?"

 

[intriguess]

Mikayla Barnes

The cigar in his mouth seemed as if it were born there and she wondered how long the cigar would last. She smiled feeling out of place, and realized they were all out of place.

"Have I missed much?" she laughed softly as she asked and doubted she had missed much, "Introductions?" Mikayla asked before taking the opportunity to drink the water. She somehow felt better, revived somehow and she smiled and tried to size up the other three. Stereotypes raced through her mind, as she tried to avoid blushing as she realized her shirt did little to cover the lacey material of her bra.

The last bra she would probably buy for a long time, lord knew if they would ever be rescued. For moment she simple thought it odd that the island was silent, no animal noises. She noticed fish in the water but it was eeriely quiet except for the weather.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

"Name's Romanov, Nicholas Romanov. But most people just call me Bull," he said, drawing the cold water into his mouth before replacing the cigar stub.

He eyes the smaller woman, and found her quite attractive. She had some meat on her bones, and didn't look like the skeleton-esque models that were featured in magazines and television. And her curves, Romanov thought, something about them just seemed to bring out the animal in him.

It was then that Romanov noticed it too, the eerie quiet that seemed to envelope them like a wet blanket. There were sounds of rustling leaves when a breeze sprung up now and again, and the babble of the water, but no calls from birds, hooting of monkeys, or rustle in the bushes from small animals.

"Seems we're by our lonesome, doesn't it?" Romanov pondered aloud, speaking to no one in particular. "Well, we should probably find some place to bed down, another storm is on its way in."

 

[tomboy58]

Jenna Hammet

Jenna always thought of herself as so very average. Though, She was smart and always independent and resourceful. She was average height (5-2) and average weight 130. Brown hair but she liked it - it was soft and styled well. Brown eyes that did show a hint of her adventerous side.
She was married and lived in a very nice but average house. Average middle/upper income range -- Almost 'leave it to the beaver' style -- they had 2 small kids at home and had decided to take this cruise as an adventure. Away from "home" where they could explore themselves as a couple --and maybe even be flirty or explore their sexuality together.

She had been walking the middle-decks in the mid-day, while her husband decided to take a nap. It was raining and there was lightening - but on the big ocean it was really an awesome sight to watch the huge waves roll and lightening flash. Natures power. She had met another woman the day before Mikayla. They had talked about the storms and the sea, Jenna went down and knocked on her door..... “You gotta come see this sky” she and Mykayla walked and watched the storm in awe.
They were watching the waves when the ship Slammed upward and their feet were thrown out. Jenna felt herself sliding down the deck and over the edge. Oh my god Fear had her frozen and she fell many feet and slammed into the cold water. She heard her new friend screaming. Jenna found a piece of furniture from the pool area that was floating and crashing in the huge waves. She grabbed and clung to it for all she had. There was chaos as the ship appeared to be sinking – it was tilted at a sickening angle.

I woke up in a horrible haze - not knowing where I was but my body hurt... I remembered now - sliding and falling Mikayla and myself screaming. I wondered where I was and If my husband or Mikayla were still alive here. What the hell had happened? The sun was shining hard and I was laying on sand at the surf. The furniture I had clung to was no where in sight. All I had on me was my shorts and t-shirt and a sweatshirt and shoes and socks. I had about $10 in my pocket, my keys and a keyring pocket-knife, and a ponytail holder still in my hair. I was terrified.

I got up – aching – I guess from being beating in the rough ocean. I started to walk down the beach toward the trees. Walking in my wet and sandy clothes was so uncomfortable. I thought I saw humans 2 other people way off in the distance. Could be my wishful thinking I ironically was afraid. I headed that way.

 

[Wolk]

Steve

"You guys shipwrecked as well?" Steve smiled, extending his hand to the man with a toolbelt and then the woman in an arousingly torn T-shirt. He shyly tried not to look but the animal in him won from time to time, making Steve steal glances at the woman's exposed bra.

"I'm Steve, and this is Callie," he said, gesturing towards his newfound friend, who was still drinking hungrily.

"You're saying the Star sunk?" He asked the man with a toolbelt. "How could she, she is massive, and they said she was impossible to sink?"

 

[intriguess]

Mikayla Barnes

"Bull," she said it like a half a slur and half purr. It was a very good nickname, "Mikayla Barnes, most of my friends call me Mic," she didn't add that some of them called her Barnie as well. She shuddered slightly and looked up hearing the storm. The smell of rain hung heavy in the air. She then realized that tropical storms and drops in temperature did not make for pleasant weather as she realized she was rubbing her arms for warmth.

"Someplace to hide from the rain would be nice, my clothes are finally dry. I once camped in weather like this, rained everynight had to go into town and dry my clothes every day." She shivered again and instinctively took one step closer to Bull as the other two seemed close already.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov
"That's what they said about the Titanic too. Yeah, she went down all right," Romanov said to the man in glasses. "We got caught in a tough between two waves and one of them broke over us. She was on a good 35 degree list and then got hit by the other one. Nothing Captain Hines could do about it. It was just one of those freak storms I guess."

Romanov noticed Mic sliding next to him and he instinctively put his arm around her, allowing his hand to rest on the curve of her hips. God, just that simple motion, he thought, so much like home, so much like Amy…

Amy. The fiancée he had left behind. She wanted him to stay and start a family. He had heeded the call of the sea and she left. It couldn’t have been more than two months ago, when he shipped out to begin work on the smallish liner.

He turned, and began walking into the forest, drawing Mic beside him. He was not about to let another woman, maybe one of the last he would ever see, get away.

 

[Wolk]

Steve

"Bull is right," Steve realized, glancing at the sky again. The black ominous clouds were now considerably closer than they used to be when he first looked. A rainstorm was coming their way, and the tropical island, initially hot, was now becoming less and less pleasant as ghasts of wind blew through it.

"You think we can build something decent before it pours," Steve asked skeptically looking at Bull's toolbelt. "Perhaps we should look for some natural cover instead."

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

"Not a bad idea, Steve," Romanov said as he trekked slowly through the woods. "Maybe we'll up to a cave, but if not, we'd better start thinking about building something. Even if it is something simple, like a lean-to, just something to keep the rain off of us."

Romanov could not help but glance down at the woman at his side. The tone of her voice, especially when she had said his name, led him to believe that perhaps she found him as interesting as he found her. Her full breasts, covered by the tattered shirt and lacey bra, only brought the heat of passion to Romanov's head.

He shook his head to clear the thoughts for now. There would be time for that later. For now, the only thought he wished to concentrate on was their survival.

 

[intriguess]

Mikayla

It was interesting to see how quickly the took charge. Not that she really minded, standing next to a big strong man was doing strange things to her body she knew her nipples had tightened into dark rosey peaks and she inwardly hoped her bra concealed them, even as she casually brushed up against Bull as they headed inward towards more heavily forrested area. "There might be caves at the source of the spring as well." She was glad for the company and wondered what else might turn up in on this lush island.

Mikayla felt oddly safe regardless of the upcoming storm and was surprised that the path was soft, then noticed that without animals to eat it the grass and moss had flourished. Only a few rocks were free of plants.

 

[MilkManDan007]

Romanov

As the clouds built overhead and the temperatures began to drop, the group entered a small clearing at the base of what appeared to be a small mountain. The dormant volcano, easily seen as not having erupted in some time by the thick vegetation covering it on all sides, stood in front of them, beckoning for a look.

"Well, might as well start looking here," Romanov said, moving towards the drab gray behemoth. The group began to work their way around the volcano to the lee side, away from the approaching storm, when they stumbled upon a small opening.

"At least we know there's a way in," Romanov joked. "No one remembered to bring a flashlight though, right?"

Mic chuckled, and lightly punched Romanov in the ribs.

"Knock it off," she said, "It's getting cold, and I don't feel like spending the night out here."

With a sigh, Romanov sunk to his knees and peered into the opening. The cave was tight, or at least would be tight for him to squeeze through, for several yards before opening up into a larger chamber.

"There's a place we may be able to stay, and it looks like there's some light in there. Might be an opening in the ceiling covered with roots that would let some light in but keep the rain out," Romanov said, rising.

"Any volunteers to go first?"

 

[Wolk]

Steve

"Come, Callie," Steve put his arm around her shoulder, allowing her to cling to his bigger body to keep warmer. They walked through the woods, together with Mic and Bull, looking around for some natural cover. A cave would be luxurious, of course, but even a cliff, a big rock to lean some hard cover against, even thick vegetation would be nice.

"Lets not get too far from the stream, folks," Steve reminded, seeing his fellow castaways get deeper and deeper into the jungle.