"Swiss Family Robinson: Adventures in Incest"

[Tony2015]

Swiss Family Robinson:

Adventures in Incest​

It was meant to be the family vacation of a life time: 31 days aboard a 55 foot ketch, traveling between 7 South Pacific Islands where the 18 adults -- 14 family, 4 crew -- would surely one and all enjoy endless adventures of sand, sun, and -- undoubtedly -- sex.

Robert should have known better than to take his family on such a vacation. After all, they were The Robinsons. The literary classic, "Swiss Family Robinson", by Johann David Wyss -- about a family deserted on an East Indies island in the opening years of the 19th century -- had resulted in Robert suffering more than a few jokes and sharp barbs after he'd announced the adventure to his friends and family. It took almost a year to plan, with the attendance by certain members of his extended family changing again and again, even right up to the final days before their flight left LA for Sydney.

In the end, Robert would be accompanied by an assortment of relatives that made even his best friend laugh hysterically and question his sanity. Flying and later sailing with him would be:

• Robert's Ex-wife, with whom he'd maintained a close relationship even long after their divorce.
• His Ex's daughter by a previous marriage.
• His three children by his Ex and, in the case of the first two, their significant others.
• Robert's new Wife.
• Her two children by a previous marriage.
• And last but not least, his three children by the current wife, all single or unaccompanied on the trip by their significant others, left home for a variety of reasons.

They flew first class to Sydney aboard a 747, took a smaller prop plane to St Charles, and finally -- because of their number and cargo -- a pair of float planes to Carlton Harbor to board The Norfolk Star, upon which they would spend a full month. After three days of becoming familiar with the boat by daylight and exploring Carlton Harbor's minimal night life by dark, the Robinsons and their crew of four headed out into the wide Pacific.

The first leg of the adventure was to be their longest without a port of call, a six day sail to Port Lee. After that, they would never be out to sea for more than 30 hours without a port call. The seven islands at which they would make visits were all relatively close, enabling them to make second and even third port calls to the most favored islands if they wished. The Robinsons spent the time in a number of activities: sailing lessons, sunbathing, and sex. (Other than star watching and drinking, which was limited on the vessel between port calls, there wasn't much else to do at night, after all.)

But problems arose after just three days. The vessel's captain was forced to order a course change when an unexpected storm threatened The Norfolk Star. The first leg was extended by three days, possibly more. After a week at sea, tensions were rising between some of the boat's occupants. Some of the Robinsons hadn't been entirely hip on the idea of an ocean vacation in the first place and had only come after being promised a week in Sydney prior to setting sail and another in Waikiki afterward.

Matters weren't helped by the revelations of some unexpected sexual situations. First, there was the discovery of a coupling between a Robinson and the partner of another Robinson that actually predated the vacation's beginning. A day later, an advance by one of the two female crew members on one of the female Robinsons hadn't set well with the Captain, who had had his own sexual inclinations toward the woman he now knew had no interest in men. And if that wasn't bad enough, Robert's current wife had caught his former wife -- drunk at the time, though that was of little comfort to her -- becoming a bit more friendly with Robert than was appropriate.

Arguments and rage were becoming the norm, to the point that by the end of the first week at sea, most of the days were being passed in silence and when conversations did occur, they more often than not ended with at least one person coming uncorked on another. You wouldn't have thought things could worse.

That was when the pirates appeared on the horizon. Before the captain of The Norfolk Star could determine a threat was imminent and then call for help on the satellite phone, the fast moving motor boat was upon them. A .50 caliber machine gun mounted on the attacking boat's bow opened up on The Norfolk Star's cockpit, where the pirates knew the radio, satellite phone, and -- if present -- weapons would be located. In a hail of bullets, the Captain and a crew member lost their lives. A third would bleed out hours later.

Robert Robinson wasn't about to let his family be taken and likely harmed without a fight. Working with the First Mate, Liam, they feigned a surrender, then -- when the pirates were about to board -- lobbed two grenades into the pirate ship. The damage was severe, killing several of the pirates and setting the craft ablaze. Robert, the surviving crew of The Norfolk Star, and some of the less stunned family members managed to get the sailing ship back underway, even as a gun battle raged between the two craft.

Darkness had fallen by the time the Robinsons were safely away from their attackers. But while the pirates no longer posed a risk, the damage they had caused did. The radio had been destroyed. The now-dead Captain's sat' phone had gone overboard, and the second unit had been damaged in a tussle between feuding family members days earlier. The navigation equipment had bullet holes through it, and while they had the manual gear and necessary maps, no one aboard knew how to read them to the precision necessary to guide The Norfolk Star to what amounted to island needles in an ocean haystack.

And, of course, problems always seem to come in threes: Day Three, storm; Day Seven, pirates; and -- after heading in a hopeful direction that, unknowingly, was moving them farther away from civilization with ever gust of wind -- Day Nine, typhoon. Now thoroughly lost in the wide expanse of the South Pacific, The Norfolk Star and her occupants found themselves being battle for another six days by a powerful typhoon that sent them hundreds of mile away from the nearest populated islands and out of the heavily traveled cargo ship routes.

Two weeks after leaving Carlton Harbor, the youngest member of the Robinson family called out with great joy, "LAND HO....!" As Robert rushed to the front of the bullet riddled boat, his proud child asked, "Did I say that right, Dad?"

As Robert looked out over the still rough sea at the dark mass before them, he said, "Perfectly. You said it ... perfectly!"

It still took them ten hours to reach the island, now sailing in the dark. The total absence of artificial lighting confirmed Robert's worst fear: the island was deserted. Actually, his worst fear would only come when the boat struck a shoal, ripping a hole through the hull that immediately began flooding the bilge with chilly sea water.

"We're not going to make it to shore!" he told the family's patriarch. "Get your people in life jackets ... unload the rafts! We have to abandon ship!"

It was a frightening hour. Four rubber rafts were self-inflated and quickly filled with various members of the Robinson family. As the boat filled with water and threatened to roll over to its side, Robert, Liam, and others rapidly tossed anything and everything they thought would be of use on the island out to the open arms of the already disembarked.

"WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" Liam hollered as the main mast suddenly cracked and fell over toward the white capped sea. Now acting Captain, he helped the last on-board men and women off into the ocean, took one last look about himself -- sighing at the sight of his Captain and former crew member's wrapped bodies floating inside the flooding cabin -- and leaped into the water as he called, "PADDLE! PADDLE FOR SHORE!



Sunrise:

Robert stood over his family as the sun broke over the distant watery horizon. They'd all thankfully made it to shore, though not without a horrifying scare. One of the boats had washed up on a rocky shoal, ripping it to shreds and tossing its occupants and gear into the rolling water. Each of the Robinsons and Lori, the second crew member, were safely pulled to another of the boats. But all of the gear, including one of the rifles and The Norfolk Star's version of a Black Box -- which Liam had hoped would attract Search & Rescue in the hours or possibly days to come -- had gone to the bottom of the sea.

On shore, they had quickly pulled the boats up the sandy beach to the thick, dark forest and collapsed into the undergrowth. A quick head count was followed with the use of a flare to start a fire that, it would turn out, was very difficult to keep fueled and burning. It had finally extinguished a few hours before dawn, leaving the Robinsons and Crew shivering together under the boats, hiding from the rising wind.

One by one, those not already awake returned to consciousness and began milling about. The questions began with increasing speed. The tears, sobs, and curses of the previous night returned. The family was coming to life, for good or bad. Robert quickly began answering those question he could, passing off those he couldn't to Liam when appropriate.

"I know this has been a shock," Robert told the others, trying to be strong. "But ... we have to think about what we do next."

There was an animated round of discussion, and in the end Robert began handing out assignments to those of his relations that were up to taking on a survival task...

(OOC: If you are a female interested in writing one or more of the roles above, PM me. I am going to stop the introduction here. Do not post without permission. There are a LOT of details to know about the island, their gear, the people, and more before anyone begins posting.)