The Isle of Perpetual Torment

[Moonlight_33]

Angela:

The impact of a small wave breaking over her body brought Angela back to consciousness and she emerged, gagging on the salty water, from the now calm ocean. Staggering up the beach she collapsed onto the warmth of the sand, her body aching from the hours of swimming and trying to stay afloat.
She had been hired as a waitress on a fishing boat full of high class business men out for a weekend of sports fishing when they were hit by a storm, it was the strangest thing. One moment the ocean was as calm as a mill pond and the next they were being pounded by waves the size of a city block. There wasn’t even a cloud in the sky at the time.
She looked around her, scanning the shore line for as far as she could see, looking for any sign of other survivors, but there was nothing, not even debris. Exhausted, scared and dehydrated she made her way up the beach in search of shelter and water. She was no rocket scientist but she knew she had to get out of the sun and find drinkable water or she was as good as dead. Perhaps others from the boat had washed up on other parts of the island and she would find them also looking for shelter. The thought should have comforted her, and normally it would have, but right then all she felt was anger.
How dare they all drown and leave her here alone, and if they didn’t drown, they should have. It would serve them right for taking her on a boat that sank at the first sight of a wave.
She knew her thoughts were not rational, but she couldn’t help it, she felt such frustration.
Releasing a heavy sigh, she fought to calm herself, to be rational and focus on what she would need to do next. As she relaxed a little she heard as very welcome sound….. Running water.

 

[Ravenloft]

Damien Clark

"Damn port town yokles, couldn't even keep the ship afloat..." Damien growled as he waded through the pool of clean water he had just found. A water fall crashed down, like natures own shower head. He passed through it, washing dirt and blood from his body. "A wonder none of them were named Gilligan... Fucking twits." He barked out as he shook the water from his now limp hair, product leaving a film on the waters surface. He sniffed in annoyance and slapped at the water. "I swear if I so much as see one of those worthless shits, I'll... I'll..." He didn't finish, as he heard someone comming. He swam over to where he had put his cloths and managed to get his pants on before whoever it was that was comming appeared.

 

[pale_perfect]

"stupid, disgusting, uncivilised people...can't even keep a damn boat aloft" she mumbled as she drudged through the thick mud, attempting to keep her many layers of fabric mud free, but failing miserably, as she stumbled slightly, covering her entire torso in slimey mud.

"The one time i do something wreckless! 'hide in the ship' he said, 'they'll take you there safely' he said, 'you wont have to pay' he said. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD DID HE GET ANYTHING RIGHT!?" she was practically screaming now. She reached the edge of the water, not noticing her company, she began frantically tugging at her dress, she pulled it off and dumped it in the water. Standing in only her dreadfully tight corsette and her lacey pantaloons, she dove into the water, swimming deeper and deeper...

 

[Moonlight_33]

Angie

Angela made her way towards the sound of the water, her hopes high that it would be drinkable. What she found however infuriated her even more. Dumped in a pile at the edge of the pool was a pile of clothing so filthy it made the foul, and in the middle of the pool was a woman just as dirty.
“Great. Just great, all I want is a drink of water and I get mud. Do you have no consideration for others? I bet you pissed in it as well? Stupid wench, I walk all this way for a drink and now I have to climb a fucking slime covered cliff just to get water you haven’t contaminated. Or did you manage to climb up there and crap in that water as well?”
She knew she should have been relieved to see another person, but her rage at finding the water turned into a bath tub over shadowed all rational thought.
The woman in the water gave her a stunned expression and Angie could see there would be no answers she wanted to hear right then, “Don’t bother answering me, I’m to thirsty to care, stupid twit.”
She climbed the cliff a short distance and found a pool that was cool and clean. She had never tasted a beverage as sweet as that water was to her right then. For a moment, in her relief, she almost forgot her anger… almost.

 

[Ravenloft]

Finding that two women had arived in less time than it took to spit, Damian sat back and watched the latest arival tear into the mud caked wonder. "Looks like this island has an abundance of shrews..." Damian sighed aloud as he slipped his shirt on and stood up. "Why couldn't I have become marooned on an island full of beautiful dumb women? Like in all those old beer commercials..." He continued as he sneered at the pile of filthy cloths the first woman had left on the bank.

 

[pale_perfect]

Stunned by the sudden appearance of company, Lacey swam over to her clothes, deciding only to wear the lightest of layers and rinsing them tentively in the cool, crisp water before pulling them on.

"Why is everyone in such a fowl mood today then? Besides the obvious shipwreck." She said softly, more to herself than anyone else, as she walked towards the strangely intruiging man. "Surely there are some...benefits from being deserted on an island." she continued, obviously more interested in the young man than he was in her.

'oh well!' she thought, 'maybe there will be more willing attractive men to accompany me on our stay here'. She bent down at the waters edge, doing what she could to make her reflection as appealing as possible.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Why the bad mood, Ginger? Well, ah, let me tell you why, the good old SS Minnow took a fucking nose dive cause someone let Gilligan at the wheel, and now it looks like we may just have to EAT the professor just to survive... Hows that for a lovely bunch of fucking coconuts, huh?" Damian said mockingly as he paced the bank, back and forth.

"Oh... There's some benefit, is there now? Mind enlightening us as to what that could be? This isn't an episode of Survivor, sweetheart, this is real, and if we don't get our shit together, we're likely to die here. So, the sooner you stop bitching about the water being 'contaminated' and you stop complaining about some loser boyfriend who gave you bad advice, the sooner we can actually find some food and shelter." Damian said, giving each woman a pointed look as he refered to what he had overheard.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Angela gave the man a hard look.
“Strong words from a guy who hides in the bushes and watches women bath. Now before you go running off at the mouth again Mr. Macho, lets get a few things straight. Neither of you were on the fishing boat I was working on so where the hell did you come from? Come to think of it, the boat I was on was about seven hours to the closest land, I can’t swim worth a dime, yet I wash up here without a scratch on me. There’s no wreckage, no one else from my boat that I know of, and within two hours of washing up here I run into you two. Now, either this is a really bad version of Survivor, or I drowned out there and this is purgatory. Geez, for all I know, this is hell.”

She tried hard to suppress the rage that burned like and inferno inside her but the struggle only seemed to result in blinding headaches. Perhaps she really did drown and this really was hell.

 

[Ravenloft]

Damian gave Angela a mocking look back. "Listen sweetheart, I have been right out here in the open the whole time, its not my problem if you're so unobservant that you didn't see me."

"No... Lets get this straight, who the bloody hell cares what sort of ship or boat we were on? Maybe we found another bleeding triangle, who knows. All that seems pretty irrellivant to the issue of our continued survival. And my bets are on this being our own personal hell."

 

[Moonlight_33]

“Well aren’t we just a TAKE CHARGE kinda guy?” She gave him glare that was as much a challenge as a statement. “Don’t tell me,,, you were a boy scout in a previous life and you are going to get us through all of this and if help never comes we can all live happy ever after in our tree house overlooking the ocean. As for me, I am totally freaked out here and I am not just going to accept your idea of being stuck long enough to worry about building a condo. I’m going back to the beach. If anyone is looking for me, and I’m sure they are, they wont find me in here. I wish you both luck with your survival plans, but I’m going home.”

With that she turned on her heals and headed back the way she had come, back to the beach. She had no intention of just laying down to die, but she needed answers, and right then, there just seemed to be more questions. With her back to the others, and enough distances that she was sure they couldn’t see her, she allowed herself to cry. Never in her life had she been so scared, so confused, or so angry. Rational thought had always been her strong point, and rational thinking was going to get her out of this… somehow.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Someone aught to take charge, and no, I never was a boy scout, in this life or any other, Shirley MacClaine." Damian retorted in his dry, british way. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, you're queen of you own little world, right, your highness? Should I bow to you now, or when you come crawling up to our camp later tonight?" Damian called after Angela as she turned on her heels and strode away.

"Hmph, what an unreasonable blighter." Damian scoffed as he looked back toward the second woman. "How about it, think you can help me find a cosy little hole to crawl into?" He asked, extending a hand to help her out of the water. "It will be getting dark before long, and it wouldn't do to be out and about, half naked and wet..."

 

[Moonlight_33]

Angie didn’t give the mans words a second thought, her mind was beginning to focus on seemingly more important things. She made her way back to the beach, retracing her footsteps to the place she’d washed up. There was still no sign of other survivors from her boat but what was more disturbing was that there was no sign of anything. There was no bodies, no wreckage and no debris.
Continuing along the beach she searched the tide line for anything that might provide some answers but once again found nothing. The beach ended with a rocky embankment that juttered out into the ocean like a small peninsular and from the top Angie got a much better view of her surroundings.
Before her was an endless empty ocean, above was a clear blue sky, to either side was a long stretch of white sandy beaches the stretched on for miles and behind her was small clearing followed by jungle and backed by mountains. She thought it ironic that people pay heaps of money to stay at places like this and all she wanted to do was get away.
In the centre of the clearing she discovered the remains of what looked to be a signal fire that had burned out a very long time ago. It made sense that this was the perfect location for a signal fire, and it may have been the very thing that helped others get rescued, but the day was late and she knew wether she was here one night, or the rest of her life, she was going to need to find shelter, food, and the means of making a fire. She considered going back to the others but then thought better of it. Since reaching the peninsular her anger had abated and she had no desire to have it return. At least now she could think clearly.

 

[Ravenloft]

"My, you're talkative..." Damian said to the woman with him as he tossed the last few leafy branches over top of the wooden frame they had constructed. "Unfortunately, I feel poorly over how we treated the other lady, so if you'll excuse me, I think I will go looking for her, see if she will accept an appology, and like your wonderful american tv show, three's company..."

Damian went off to look for the woman he had verbally sparred with.

 

[Moonlight_33]

At the far end of the clearing was a path that had become slightly overgrown with time but was still easy to follow. Angie felt a little more comfortable now she had found signs of previous habitation, and followed the path into the jungle. Not ten minutes along the path it branched out, one path leading deeper into the jungle, and the other leading towards the mountains. The path ended at a large patch of dead branches, which when pulled away, revealed a cave. Most of the entrance had been blocked with a stone wall leaving an entrance large enough for a person to enter. Inside was the remains of a crudely constructed door, obviously used to block the entrance. The room within wasn’t huge, about 20 feet in either direction, but more then large enough for the small group of survivors.

It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the dim light of the cave but what she discovered was enough to lift her spirits quite a bit. At the rear of the cave was an old wooden box containing a few things that had perished to the ravages of time, but at the bottom of the box was the greatest find of all… an old tinder box, still dry and in good condition. She cleaned out the old fire pit, then made a small pile of old leaves and grass, just like she had seen them do on the Discovery Channel. She struck the stones together a few times and got lucky, before long she had a nice little fire going. Stuffing the tinder box in her pocket she went in search of fire wood, when she had a nice pile outside the cave entrance, she went looking for food and something to collect water in. It wasn’t as good as a rescue, but the day was looking up.

With the fire burning nicely, she set off in search of food and water, and despite her better judgement, she intended to go and tell the others what she had found. If they didn’t want to join her in the cave at least she could start a fire for them.

 

[Ravenloft]

Damian crested a hill and spotted the woman he had fought with earlier in the day. "Hello there!" He called out to her, waving his arms, to get her attention. "We made shelter, its not much, but you're welcome to join us." He said as he strode in her direction.

 

[Moonlight_33]

The further Angie moved away from the peninsular the more she could feel the sensations of confusion and rage returning and they weren’t feelings that she was comfortable with. Nor was she comfortable with the way her moods changed so quickly.
She heard a mans voice calling out to her and saw the man she had argued with earlier waving and yelling something about shelter. Perhaps they didn’t need her cave after all, or her fire.
She made her way through a patch of long grass and found the man on the other side. She listened to his description of the shelter he’d constructed before telling him about her find. He looked a little deflated. “You and your girlfriend are welcome to join me in the cave. There is more then enough room. I want to start building a signal fire first thing in the morning. You didn’t happen to notice anything eatable on your way over here did you?” Her stomach growled at the thought of food.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Girlfriend? Not likely, I find that woman to be rather insipid actually. And in point of fact, we did find food, several coconut trees. I shall go back for them..." Damian said matter of factly as he turned to rush back to his paltry shelter.

 

[Moonlight_33]

She watched as he vanished into the trees, "Coconuts? You got t0 be shittin me? That guy has watched one to many reality shows. oh well, better then nothin." there had to be something better out there but for now it would have to do. she headed back to the cave.

 

[Ravenloft]

"What a lovely bunch of coconuts!" Damian exclaimed with his british cheerfulness, as he bounded into Angela's cave. When he had returned to the shelter he had made, he found the girl that had gone with him missing. Not a trace of her to be found. It was rather unnerving, and that was why he ran like a little girl with an arm load of coconuts, back to the cave Angela had found. He didn't say a word about the missing girl, afraid to acknowledge that anything odd had happened, as he offered Angela one of his coconuts.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Angie gave Damien a wicked grin, "Now those are nice looking nuts!" She examined the coconnut he had given her. "So where's the lid? how do you get into these things or am I suposed to chew through the husk?"She tossed it casualy into the air and cought it again like a ball. "Where's the bonnie lass in the puffy pants? She not joining us?" Setting the nuts aside, she placed some more wood on the fire. It would be dark soon and she didn't want it to go out.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Why thank you, Angela, and just think, the real pair are of comperable size, if you ever care to take a peek." Damian joked, returning the woman's salacious grin. "Its simple, you just bash the hell out of it against a nice sharp rock until it busts open, like this." And with that Damian proceeded to bang one of the coconuts against a spire of rock that juted up from the caves floor.

He gave Angela a distracted "Hum?" when she asked about the other woman, still too shaken by her odd disappearance to willingly talk about it.

 

[Moonlight_33]

"You always bash your nuts on sharp rocks like that? Pitty me don't have an axe, I could get it open real fast with one of those." She looked around the cave and wondered what she could do to make the night a little more comfortable.
Ï'll be right back" She ducked out of the cave and headed for a patch of dry grass nearby that was taller then she was. she picked armfulls of it and returned to the cave where she spred the grass on the floor in a neat bed. "I never was much on roughing it. The grass will be a lot softer and warmer then the dirt. Now, where did you say Miss Puffy Pants went?" She didn't miss the obvious avoidance of her questions.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Only around pretty girls, it would seem..." Damian replied to Angela's rhetorical question before she ducked out of the cave. He kept an eye out for her as he finally cracked open his coconut and began working on one for her, salvaging as much of the milk as he could, but most of it got on him, or spattered the stalagmite that he had been using to crack them open on.

She came back with a bunch of tall grass, and Damian said a silent prayer of thanks that this one hadn't disappeared as well. "Puffy pants?" He asked, a sence of annoyance creeping into his voice again. "She's gone missing, poof, up and vanished, as if she had never been here..." Damian finally answered, taking a bite of his coconut as he offered a cracked one to Angela.

 

[Moonlight_33]

Angie took the coconut and sipped at the milk. "Poof huh? Maybe something frightened her and she ran off. It's too late now, it'll be dark soon but first light tomorrow we should go and look for her. She can't have gone too far."
She sat down on the bed of grass she'd just made and chewed on a piece of the coconut.
"" As much as I have no intention of setting up house here, I do agree that we need to stay alive untill rescue comes. We should try and be nice to each other for the sake of survival"
He gave her a wicked grin, "Not THAT nice!" she made sure he understood her meaning but couldn't help laughing at the expression on his face. As they dined on their nuts they both began to relax a little.

 

[Ravenloft]

"I don't think so, I didn't find any sign of such an incident, no foot prints or anything... Maybe this is the land of the lost and some pterydactile plucked her up... Heh..." Damian joked as he went to work on his own coconut. "Real nice..." Damian thought as he gave Angela a sexually charged once over. She corrected him on that account quickly and forcefully, and so he shrugged, still giving her a lingering look, and smirk.

As they ate, Damian told her a bit about his boring office job, and asked her about her life, glad to get to know her better. Finally, he looked at her seriously. "Its cold in her, even with the fire... Now, im not making a pass at you again Angie, just suggesting that maybe if we... Combine our body heat, we might be more comfortable..."