The Ship Wreck

[Daemon]

OOC: This thread is about a luxury singles liner that runs aground on reef just outside a tropical paradise. There are enough natural resources to last indefinately but it will take a lo of getting used to, especially as things start to heat up!
Just write yourself in if you want to play.
IC: Captain Kurtis Thompson checked the coast gaurd weather report for the eight time that hour he'd be damned if he didn't feel like this storm was going to get a lot worse before it got any better. Receaving nothing but static his scowl depeaned and soon a sudden wave piched the boat a full 40 degrees sending him careening into his radio.
A few hours later he came-to on a sandy beach a few feet from the wreck of his luxury cruise liner. "The passengers!" was first thought to force it's way into his consciousness, the second;"Oh Fuck!"

 

[SexyChele]

Ok...I'll give it a shot

OOC: Miranda, 32, 5'7", 125 lbs, dark hair, blue eyes. Took the cruise because she had heard it was a great place to get laid, and she needed some R&R. Total urbanite...thinks having picnics in the park is "roughing it". Is intelligent, but has discovered she can get more of what she wants by using her body.

IC: I open my eyes because of the searing hot sun beating against them. I'm confused...not sure where I am...and notice I'm on a sandy beach. Suddenly it all comes back to me: the ship, the storm, how passengers tried to convince themselves that all was OK. Then the sickening roll of the ship, and suddenly trying to fight for air. Some one, who I don't know, helped me get clear of the ship, but after that all went dark.

I look down at the dress I put on last night - red halter dress, short, clingy. Of course...dry clean only, and now totally ruined! I look around, but am unable to locate the red high heeled sandals that matched the dress perfectly. I feel that my hair is stiff from salt water - god, I must look like a mess!

I look down one end of the beach, and see only debris from the ship. I look down the other, and actually see the remains of the ship and where she went aground. Not seeing anybody, I figure my best bet is to head towards the ship....maybe I can find a cell phone or something. I start walking down the beach considering myself lucky that I had thought to get a tan before I went on the cruise. At least I don't need sunblock!

As I push on towards the ship, I suddenly see movement! Shading my eyes, I see a man standing on the beach looking at the ship and frantically searching the beach. As I draw near, I can see it's that cute captain I've had my eye on throughout the trip...the one I knew kept looking me over but keeping his distance!

As I approach, I cry out,

"Captain Thompson? Is that you? What happened? Where are we?"

 

[ariosto]

OOC:
Would like to sign on as the resident beach bum,
Arlo "Che" Carmedy. A withering, sun burnt, grizzly bearded
anachronism of the sixties. Moving from one remote place to an even remoter one to escape the chains of twentieth century convention he ended up on the Island ten years ago and knows it like the back of his hand.
Arlo is tall, thin and fiftytish, sun darkened skin, clear blue eyes, greying hair and beard. He washes in the lagoon every day, so in spite of a tattered apearence he smells pretty good.

Let me know if it's Ok to post.

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[SexyChele]

OOC:
Ariosto, it's OK with me. Daemon?

 

[ariosto]

Che raised his shaggy head from the water just enough for his eyes to scan the shore. There were two figures standing there all right, his parrot hadn't been wrong. One was a man in the remains of a white uniform, violently kicking
the wreckage of a life boat and shouting profanities that carried easily to the old hippie's ears fifty yards offshore.
That one he dismissed with a cursory glance but the other...
The other! What a beauty. She was wearing a tiny red dress made tinier by emersion in sea water and drying in a tropical sun. She was holding it up with one hand, one strap being torn, trying futily to cover herself with the remnants. She was staring out to sea.

Che laughed to himself...
'No chance, No chance, No ship or plane ever came to this atoll...give up sweetie!'

She reminded him in away of his lost love Moonwillow, who had gone to the Righteous Life Commune and been lost forever.
He couldn't take his eyes off her. He hadn't seen a woman in ten years.

 

[BadForm]

Jasmin Moonwalker

OOC: Jasmin Moonwalker, half African American, half Amerindian (Algonquin). Military trained, but got out within a couple of years of basic training. Learned hunting/fishing/natural ways and her faith at the hands of her Algonquin father, learned much about combat, sports etc from her athletic mother. 6' tall, sleekly muscular, midbrown skin, flowing black hair, black eyes.


Jasmin continued to walk the beach, carrying a dead hare in one hand, her bowie knife in the other. She would continue looking for the rest of the people from the cruise before setting up a fire. So far she had only caught one hare, and before she ate it herself, she wanted to find out if anyone else was alive and needed to share it.

As she walked round one of the craggy outcroppings she saw the remainder of the ship, together with the captain and the bimbo she'd met on the voyage. Well, missy had been all that and more to the guys on the trip; somehow Jasmin doubted she would be anything on a deserted island. Except nearby was a small cabin, and a stranger looking out of it. So, this island was not deserted. Even from this distance, Jasmin could tell one thing: the stranger had to be starved for company, and would have lost most of his social skills living here. He was looking at the bimbo, and she had a suspicion that was hunger in his eyes. Jasmin began to jog towards her shipwrecked allies.

 

[Daemon]

OOC: I guess you were thinking along the same lines as me Chele. Your character's name; Mirana. From shakespeare's TEMPEST right?
IC: "Miranda! Ms. Moonwalker! Your alive!" pure delite spread across the captain's face slowly to desolve into the breed of terrified despair he wore earlier. "And the others?..."
Finally spotting the "local wildlife" Thompson instinctivly stepped forward to protect the ladies. "Old man, if you've helped us you have my eternal thanks, but if you have even THOUGHT of harming a single hair on these ladies' heads..." The Captain paused growing dead calm, "I will kill you."
(Kurtis you stupid illogical bag of testosterone) he berated himself as soon as his own actions and words had registered,
(You've just met everyone's best chance at SURVIVAL and thouroughly displayed a MILITANT ATTITUDE and almost sertainly alienated yourself and your PASSENGERS.
Further it's sertainly OBVIOUS Ms. Moonwalker needs no PROTECTION from you! God I hope she's not a feminazi!)

 

[SexyChele]

Miranda

OOC: Another Shakespeare fan, I take it??

IC:
I smile brightly at the captain as I approach, fighting to keep the strap of my dress up, while walking through the sand. God, what I wouldn't give for a cool bath and some clean clothes!

"No, I haven't seen anybody else", I reply.

I look over as Jasmin Moonwalker strides up to us. She is a powerfully built woman, stunning in appearance, yet somewhat intimidating. Most of us didn't really know her all that well on board....she seemed to keep to herself quite a bit. She's dangling something in her hand, and my stomach lurches when I see it is a dead animal of some sort.

Following the captain's gaze, I see one of the strangest sights ever. Some sort of island bush man has suddenly appeared. The captain moves in front of us, and his words take on an air of authority.....yet I wonder how much authority he feels he has with this man.

As I look at this tall, thin, sun-darkened man, my eyes are drawn to his startling blue ones. I know the look he gives me...the look of pure animal lust. I move my eyes to the captain, yet I still feel those blue eyes boring into me. I hope the sight of this man means that civilization is just over the ridge....I'd hate to think I'm stranded with this fellow.

 

[ariosto]

Che looked at the group in front of him with a glint in his eye to be sure but one more of amusement than lust, though he was fairly drinking up the two women. Different as night and day...in more ways than one.

Obviously they didn't know what to make of him.
What the hell...

"Carmedy"

"What!"

They jumped. His gravely baritone had shocked people more than once.

"Names Carmedy...call me Che."

He nodded towards the wreckage of the cruise ship.

"Anything you want off her you better get, there's a storm comin' that's gonna take her off that reef
and deep six'er....Understand?"

Behind the island man's shaggy head dense black clouds were building higher and higher.

"An Cap"
His blue eyes riveted on Thompson.

"Mind your manners. You're going to need me a lot more than I need you."

"Miss."
Miranda looked at him . As the harsh sunlight softned in the darkening sky, he didn't seem to be quite so frightening.

"Your gonna freeze when this rain and wind hits. I got some dry clothes at my shack, might even have a pretty little red dress."

He winked at her, turned on his bare heel and strode back to the tree line..
I

 

[BadForm]

Jasmin Moonwalker

If this guy was the predator she'd first been afraid of, Jasmin had to admit that he was at least civilized enough to be able to hide it. Of course, army training and her mother's history taught her that did not necessarily mean anything. Still, he was right, they needed him more than he needed them. This island was not the natural habitat she had grown up in, and not everything her father taught her about the ways of the wild would hold true here. She would keep an eye on him until she knew what to think. That was all she could do.

"Che, I don't know if you have anything to go with this," she said, holding up the hare's corpse she had killed. "It's the only thing I've been able to hunt since washing up. It could do with vegetables to go with it."

She turned her attention back to the captain. "As to the other people on the cruise, I've no idea. I washed up further alongshore than you two, and washed up alone. I've spent the last couple hours hunting, and haven't seen anyone till I came across you again. They might have gone down."

She didn't like to think about it, but in a shipwreck, and who knew how long they'd drifted before landing, you were more likely to die than survive. You could be dragged under, raped by a reef, eaten by the local sealife, or washed further out to sea. Someone had to broach the idea.

 

[ariosto]

Carmedy turned around and caught the dead rabbit Jasmin tossed at him.

" How, bout a pooley foosee 1977, or maybe some of my fine home brew...

"Yeah, I got something that'll go with it, if y'don't mind fish and coconuts. That's just about what you'll live on."

He held the rabbit up and inspected it.

"Lady There ain't no hares on this scrap a coral. I think this was one of your shipmates!"

 

[SexyChele]

Miranda

My eyes widen slightly at the tone of Che's voice. Grudgingly I have to admit that, in the present surroundings and under the current conditions, he was probably our best hope of surviving. Besides, looking at him further, I can see a hint of gentleness in those clear blue eyes.

At the mention of rain, I look up and see nasty, black clouds coming in fast. Great. Rain. What else? Anything else nature cares to throw at me to make me even more miserable??

Jasmin hefts the dead animal at Mr. Carmedy....is she seriously thinking that we are going to eat that thing?? Ugh! I've heard of eating the worse things under the most extreme circumstances, but surely there was still some food to be taken from the ship? Well, maybe if Che could provide some vegetables with it, it may at least fill up an empty stomach.

I hesitate to go with him to his shack. I glance back at the captain, who appears to be trying to figure out how to salvage anything off the ship, and weighing the weather. Of course, with a broken strap on my dress, I wouldn't be of much help. Maybe I'll go get some different (clean??) clothes and come back and try to help the captain out. Well, there goes the manicure...!

"Thank you, Mr. Carmedy. I would appreciate some thing clean to put on. Red dress is optional."

I turn to follow him.

 

[ariosto]

Carmedy's shack wascobbled together from driftwood, palm fronds, hunks of coral and a lot of stuff that Miranda couldn't even name. It looked as old as the world.

The inside wasn't dark, light was spilling in through a hundred cracks in the structures walls and ceiling. The first thing she noticed was books. Books were stacked against the walls in neat columns. There were hundreds of them!

He saw her looking.
"Read a lot. Time for it finally"

The next thing she saw were the pictures. Between the stacks, the walls were festooned with centerfolds. Miss January, Miss April, Miss July. None of them less than ten years old.

"I jack off a lot. Got time for that too."

Miranda blushed at his candor and was relieved when he put
a glass in her hand.

"Drink it Miss, youre shiverin'. This'll make you warm as toast."

His blue eyes in this strange light were haunting.

 

[BadForm]

Jasmin Moonwalker

Jasmin stared after the retreating backs of Miranda and Che Carmedy. Racist, that was her first thought. On reflection, this isle was a little small for a hare colony, but that was not unheard of. Pointing out so bluntly that she had probably killed a shipmate's pet (and come to that, she could not think of any of the passengers who owned a hare) could only be designed to embarrass her. She'd seen that over and over back in America.

On the other hand, it was possible that he didn't know any other way to behave having been shipwrecked for several years. She had to cut him some slack. The island was too small for rivalries. No matter what stupid shows like "Survivor" showed, real survivors understood the necessity of working together. Eventually she decided to follow Che and Miranda up to the cabin.

 

[SexyChele]

Miranda

My eyes widen at the number of books contained within the shack. Who'd have thought! Looking a little closer, I noticed several titles that were my own personal favorites. I noticed even more that my mother had told me about....books she wasn't allowed to read because that freaky commune we lived in didn't believe in them.

Noting the dates on the pinups, I look at Mr. Carmedy, blushing...

"It appears that you have been here quite a while, Mr. Carmedy."

The glass he put in my hand was amber colored, and smelled delicious. Yet, I was hesitant to drink.

"What's in this, Mr. Carmedy? It's smells wonderful, but I'd like to know what I'm drinking first."

Just then a shadow appeared in the doorway. I look up to see Jasmin striding into the shack, her eyes glittering with determination.

 

[ariosto]

"Come on in tall, dark, and beautiful!"

Carmedy chuckled,
"I'll skin that rabbit soonz we have an aparateefe!
"Here you can take mine. I got pleanty."

Che disappeared behind a palmfrond screen and the two women
looked at each other.
Miranda was about to say that he seemed Okay, when the
'native' reappeared.

He had on a faded headband decorated with peace signs, holding back his hair and he'd put on a tie died teeshirt of similar vintage to cover his lean chest.

"Havn't had female company in a while. Forgot I was kinda
rough lookin. Don't pay to dress up for my parrot. He wouldn't care if I was to run around naked, which I do..." He paused.

"I'm talkin' like I havn't in ten years, which I ain't!
Here look what I got."

He took out a small brass tin and opened it. Inside was
drift of powdery dry flakes, almost dust.

"Just take a smell of that. Grew it myself. Keppit all these years..."

They did as he asked but they couldn't smell a thing.

 

[afternooner]

OOC: Do you have room for another surviver, the ships first mate. If so, I will give you a description and hobble up the beach, I may have sprained my ankle, damn that smarts!

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Hey, afternooner, s'ok with me if the others agree. I'd say, Welcome aboard!

 

[SexyChele]

Miranda

I take a sniff of the contents of the tin, but smell nothing. Geez, what is this? Some home-grown stuff that is supposed to impress us? I look at Jasmin as she sniffs the contents of the tin, trying to determine if she is able smell anything.

"Mr. Carmedy, you said you might have some clothes here that I could change into? I would be grateful if you might show me where they are and where I can change into them?"

Damn! I thought. This guy has been on this island for 10 years...I can only imagine what type of baggy old pants and huge t shirt he'll have for me. Well, I suppose, at this point, anything would be better than continuing to hold up the strap on this stupid dress!

[Edited by SexyChele on 05-22-2001 at 01:09 PM]

 

[afternooner]

Darcy Mc'Dowell

OOC: Darc is what his friends down at the pub call him. He signed on to this cruise because he was in a wee bit of trouble back home. Seems he had a penchant for chasing skirts, more than one at a time to be exact, and felt things were getting a tiny bit too hot for his liking. he's 5'10" 165 lbs. jet black hair and a short welll trimmed beard, and sparkling blue eyes.

IC: The first thing I notice when I come to, is a gut wrenching pain in my right leg, after laying on the sandy beach for a while trying to get my bearings I reach down and examining my leg decide i'ts not broken. Though it's quite painfull I can stand on it some and getting up I drag my self up the beach onto a grassy knoll. I can see out at sea, caught on the reef, the remains of our ship. Many thoughts went through my head. Was the captain alive, what about the rest of the crew and passangers, did any one survive besides me and what was this place I had washed ashore. A tropical island I figured. We were in the south pacific heading towards Tahiti when the storm hit but I had no way to tell just where I was. Nor did it really matter, first I need to find any other survivers and give them any asssistance they might need Next I need to salvage whatever I could from the ship stranded on the reef. In short I needed to do whatever I could to survive and hope for rescue.

Looking up the beach I see a shack of sorts perched on a knoll over looking the ocean. It looks abandoned but my eyes light up hopefully and I begin to yell. " Hello there Is any one about, I need some help down here.

 

[BadForm]

Jasmin Moonwalker: For Crying Out Loud

Jasmin raised her head from the powdery flakes and shrugged. Whatever it had been, it had probably lost its potency along with its smell long ago. She could no longer even guess at what it was. Tea? Ganja? Who knew. Well, he was obviously wanting to impress them, and given his importance to the group, as the local expert, it would be best not to annoy him. She smiled and hmmed as if pleased to see what she had been shown.

Then she heard the cry from along the beach. She looked out of the cabin window and saw the first mate hobbling along the beach. He was hurt. How badly, she had no way of knowing, but judging by his limp, he shouldn't be putting so much weight on his leg. She told the others she was going to help him and set off at a jog.

 

[ariosto]

Che stirred chunks of rabbit into the iron cooking pot where
crab and fish were already simmering. He reverently took the brass container from his pocket and opened it. Why hadn't the girls been excited about this!? Oh well, you take what you can get. Can't expect a gourmond in very group of castaways. With a sigh he sprinkled the last of his precious California cilantro into the stew.

"Where did you get this stuff!"
Miranda called from inside the hut.

"Here and there, flotsom and jetsom. You know."

***She appeared at the door in a pale peach teddy and thigh highs, she smiled and beckoned to him.
"Come on Big Boy, let's fuck."***

Carmedy blinked...

She appeared at the door in baggy army fatigue pants,
A chartreuse tie died tshirt that made her breasts look like granny smith apples, and a burgandy magicians cape. With tassels.

"This is hideous!"

He looked at her and looked at the cloud laden sky. The temperature had dropped 20 degrees in the last hour.
"At least it'll keep you warmer that that red silk handkerchief you were wearing!"

Then the thunder rolled, lightening split the sky and the rain began to fall in big cold buckets.



[Edited by ariosto on 05-23-2001 at 08:05 AM]

 

[SexyChele]

I storm back into the shack - in a mood to rival the color of the clouds forming above. Damn! Hundreds of pieces of clothing back home in my closets, and it get stuck out here on some god-forsaken island dressed like a clown in the circus! Me! I'd rather be wearing the "red handkerchief" than the get-up I'm currently in. I look at the strap on the dress....maybe I can still repair it. Well, as long as I'm in the shack, I don't have need of the cape. I toss it aside.

I hear a voice on the beach, and coming to the door I see Darcy on the beach, limping badly. Jasmin is running to help him. I hate to have Darcy see me dressed this way, but I should also go and help. Maybe we can start taking stuff off of the ship, and I can find something better to wear. I start to make my way down to the beach, remembering the last night Darcy and I were together....ah, that white clingy dress I wore that didn't stay on long....now look at me!

I tell Mr. Carmedy I'm going go help Jasmin and Darcy. About half-way there the rain comes. Great....just fucking great. Will I ever look normal again?? Just what do people see in all this "nature" stuff anyway??

 

[afternooner]

Darcy

the rain comes pelting down and I make one more attempt at limping toward the shack. But wait, I see someone running toward me. I'm overjoyed to see another living human being. peering through the driving rain, I see yet another figure. Oh! sweet Mary mother of God, can it be, yes it is. That pretty little lass I was dancing with last night. Miranda is her name and we had a grand time. More than just a dance as I recollect, unless that bump on my head I got has driven me daft.

The first person to reach me is a woman I met on the bridge, don't remember her name, but she was interested in how the ship was run She seemd sort of nervous dashing around here and there. yes nervous I'd say in fact, nervous as a whore in church.

She seems to know just what to do, checking my leg for damage, looking in my eyes for who knows what, taking my pulse. "Hmmm, she says, you'll live. Your ankle is sprained, but you'll be up and around in no time. She starts to pick me up when Miranda comes screecing to a halt and throws her arms around me. "Thank god you're alive". she cries and tears stream down her face as she covers mine with kisses. You'd think I was St Patrick himself, the way shes carrying on but I'm glad to see her alve too and tell her so, giving her kisses in return. The other woman grabs me up and carries me like a babe in her arms to the shack. Miranda follows squeezing my hand and suporting my head in her soft bosom.

 

[BadForm]

Jasmin Moonwalker: Bare Necessities

Once Jasmin had got the first mate inside, she ran back out to the captain. She pointed to the wreckage on the rocks, yelling above a roll of thunder.

"I suggest we get what we can right now, Captain, before this storm rips the ship off the rocks. Basic stuff. Cut some cloth, grab some rope, anything else you think will help. But we haven't got time to mess around."

With that she darted out to the rocks, pushing her way through some waves. The wreck was obviously too dangerous to explore thoroughly - some of it crumbled in her hand as she climbed aboard. That made the situation even more urgent. The first thing she found on deck was some kind of storage container. It was large, and fairly heavy, but she could drag it. So she did, and then tipped it over the side of the ship into a very shallow area of water, telling the captain to drag it up shore out of the swell. Who knew what was in it? Hopefully, as she said, cloth to make clothes, rope and maybe some medical supplies. Food was unnecessary, they could hunt fish and, if able to make a bow, she MIGHT be able to spear the occassional seabird for a bit of variety. Electronics were nothing but a burden. She didn't know enough to get the radio out alone, and wasn't sure it would work if she did. Exploring the wrecked cabins in the growing swell would be suicidal. She only dare stay on ship a few more minutes. She used them as best she could.