Drakkwall
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The year is 1586 and a young man is stranded in the middle of the sea east of Africa. His name is Richard Seahound, a sailor born in the soils of England, he was a young and healthy man, 22 years old, lightly tanned skin, athletic built and bright blue eyes. The ship he had sailed on, the Sea's Ouster, had sunk by the shores of Africa in the middle of a strong typhoon like storm and he had now washed up on a medium sized island in the middle of nowhere, the remains of his ship drifting into the sandy shores along with the corpses of his crew mates, he was the lone survivor.
He had staggered into the shade of the palm trees, his body tired and wet from the wild storm last night, and he rests there for a while until until he feels his strength return and begins to work out what to do to survive on the island until a ship found him. Gathering the remains of the ship he began to build a tree house in the crown of a thick tree, as he learned from the old sailor stories of shipwrecked sailors.
As he put in the finishing touches he went to get something to eat, and the only things he knew of to eat on the island at the moment was fruit, berries, roots and nuts, he had leaned a few things as he sailed. As he gathered fruit he felt that he was being watches but couldn't see anything nearby or far away, but he then saw a figure moving along the bushes as he picked berries. And nearly fell over when he came face to face with a gorgeous dark skinned woman only dressed in a loincloth with a bag around her shoulder filled with sea shells.
She was beautiful, a dark skinned goddess, her voluptuous body looking too good to be true, a pair of large breasts jiggling without cover or support like he was used to, the hard nipples looking ready to be milked, her stomach muscles showing like a soft cushions on her stomach, her long legs strong but not bulky, her hair long and smooth, light brown, lighter then her dark skin. Sweet luscious lips looking ready to be kissed and nibbled and wide brown eyes looking like a pair of gems glistering in the light of the sun that pierces the leaves.
After five minutes of just staring at each other Richard finally finds his voice. "H-hello. I-I a-am Richard. I-I got stranded here." She looked puzzled, which made her look even more desirable, and he knew she didn't understand him, like he should have realized. And he motioned at the shipwreck at the shore and then at himself. Her eyes widened in realization and she nodded before pointing further down the shore where there was a canoe, or what remained of one, apparently she was stranded too.
He had staggered into the shade of the palm trees, his body tired and wet from the wild storm last night, and he rests there for a while until until he feels his strength return and begins to work out what to do to survive on the island until a ship found him. Gathering the remains of the ship he began to build a tree house in the crown of a thick tree, as he learned from the old sailor stories of shipwrecked sailors.
As he put in the finishing touches he went to get something to eat, and the only things he knew of to eat on the island at the moment was fruit, berries, roots and nuts, he had leaned a few things as he sailed. As he gathered fruit he felt that he was being watches but couldn't see anything nearby or far away, but he then saw a figure moving along the bushes as he picked berries. And nearly fell over when he came face to face with a gorgeous dark skinned woman only dressed in a loincloth with a bag around her shoulder filled with sea shells.
She was beautiful, a dark skinned goddess, her voluptuous body looking too good to be true, a pair of large breasts jiggling without cover or support like he was used to, the hard nipples looking ready to be milked, her stomach muscles showing like a soft cushions on her stomach, her long legs strong but not bulky, her hair long and smooth, light brown, lighter then her dark skin. Sweet luscious lips looking ready to be kissed and nibbled and wide brown eyes looking like a pair of gems glistering in the light of the sun that pierces the leaves.
After five minutes of just staring at each other Richard finally finds his voice. "H-hello. I-I a-am Richard. I-I got stranded here." She looked puzzled, which made her look even more desirable, and he knew she didn't understand him, like he should have realized. And he motioned at the shipwreck at the shore and then at himself. Her eyes widened in realization and she nodded before pointing further down the shore where there was a canoe, or what remained of one, apparently she was stranded too.
