Wild Explorations: Closed

[Sweetp4u]

Paul had always been a little wild, untamed but brilliant as sin. Having dated him off and on for several years, Jenna was used to his antics. However she never expected to be placed in this type of situation, but perhaps this tale should start at the beginning to make a little more sense.

"You sure about this?" Jenna eyed the old plane with a gut clenching fear she had always felt about flying. If we were meant to fly, we would've been born with wings!

"He'll never know, Hell he doesn't even realize I'm here." Paul turned to hand more bags and equipment to the men hired to haul their stuff around for the entire week exploration. Paul was a scientist of sorts, Jenna never pried because all those terms escaped her brain completely. Not that she was a dense creature, but she was never good at scientific things her entire life!

"PAUL!" A man called from across the paved lot outside the private charter. "Is this rust bucket what you call transportation!?" He called sounding slightly irritated with the sight of the old relic.

Silently Jenna hoped it wasn't the real plane they would be taking out over the ocean to some remote island she'd never heard of before.

"YUP!" He called out. Paul didn't flinch, didn't appear guilty and frankly didn't care what the rest of the team thought, the old bird looked reliable to him and saved him a grand easily. Frugal of him, when he had no need to be, but Paul would never change.

"Why did you lie to him though? I mean..." Her voice dropped to a whisper even though there was no chance of someone over hearing them at the distance, "Telling him I was your assistant? That's a bit far to stretch a lie, Paul."

"Will you relax? It's a week and my good ol' partner is famous for over hiring help. He wouldn't notice if you didn't write a thing or read the entire week." He eyed her, noting her complection and fearful eyes. "Aww sweet heart.. relax.. Trust me!" He perked before placing a quick peck on her cheek.

"Here, take these smaller packs and board the plane, I will be there shortly." he patted her bottom and gave her a gentle nudge towards the hulking hunk of metal. She froze in her steps, again feeling her stomach drop down into her knees. Swallowing she got the courage up, tired of being afraid of so many things, she tried to be the bold woman Paul expected and boarded up.

She lost track of time as she sat strapped so firmly into her seat she could barely breathe, but it passed and passengers were all loaded up. She ignored the faces passing by, didn't notice the stares or questions in the eyes looking.. some trying not to look her way. Most probably already guessed Mr. Playboy's Assistant wasn't the real deal, but what could she do now?

Paul was arguing with someone, probably his partner in the seat across from them, her eyes lowered so she wouldn't look out the shutterless windows. The engines roared to life, and shortly there after began it's take off. Knuckles white and lips pressed, she willed herself to relax but knew it wouldn't happen anytime soon. The plane lurched roughly, startling her and letting out a little yelp drowned out by the sounds of roaring engines.

"Relax. Relax!" She coached herself, uttering those words almost like a prayer or chant. Hours passed, but all she knew was she felt like tossing up her dinner, it was sunset outside but not quite dark and they were only a few minutes from sighting the island. She ignored Paul he leaned over her to peer out the window, trying to get her to look out as well. She tensed tighter, closed her eyes and kept silently telling herself that it would be alright...

The next few things that happened are such a blur, she isn't even sure what went wrong, all she knew was the plane started to tip nose first and the roaring of engines were definitely not as loud as before. People scrambled and screamed, some cursing was heard and she vaguely remembering someone telling them to brace themselves, then all went black.


OOC:

This is a story of a scientific expedition stranded on an island they meant only to visit. The role of Paul isn't up for grabs as he dies in the crash and the partner will be written by Poohlive. Other than that, have an idea or want to join please PM myself or poohlive BEFORE POSTING. (male and female roles available) Thank you


Description:

Jenna
24
5'7"
Blonde hair and green eyes, attractive
Single


Partner: Todd Lawson- Poohlive
Pilot: Dan Robertson - Horseman4
Engineer: Jason Denali - Sparkyman
Passenger: Helen Turner - RedHairedandFriendly

Welcome aboard and thanks for joining Still room for one lady if any are interested please PM

OOC Thread:
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=16614806#post16614806

 

[poohlive]

The first smell wafted towards him on a gentle breeze. Frying eggs and bacon from downstairs. The morning light caught just a small part of the drawn shades and wafted through, some lazy bum that had stretched out for a while on his bedroom floor.

He would be late for school, but he didn't care. He was wrapped up in warm sleep and even warmer blankets. The world was only as big as the comforter wrapped around him, cocooning him from everything.

Except that smell. He could not get that smell out of his...

Water ran up into his nose. Hard salt water, unforgiving in its attack on his poor sinuses. Todd's first instinct was to bring his hands up, get the water away from him, protect his glasses, but as he did he shifted, spiralling down and down into...

Breakfast. Mom made the greatest breakfast. she was the kind of woman that went all out. When she made pancakes, you better believe those were blueberry pancakes made from scratch with maple syrup from none other than Mrs. Butterworth herself. Today wasn't pancakes though, today was just bacon and eggs, but still, it was a damned good one.

He grabbed two slices of toast off the plate, putting rasberry jam on them. He was already late for school, but couldn't...

Breathe, he couldn't breathe. He struggled for air, but nothing came. Only the water surrounding him. Todd reached up, desperately out of the murky shadows. Nothing made sense. He could see nothing, he heard only faint muffles of movement far away, and his nose still screamed from the salt deep inside it.

His hands reached up, at least he thought it was up. A direction, that was all he needed. He had to breath. His lungs were afire, his world already fuzzy turning moreso. There was a bell going off in his brain that craved only oxygen! OXYGEN! If he didn't get it, he was going to...

The Science fair. Today was going to be the day of days. The jocks had game day, the actors had opening night, and the band members had their performance, but for a regular nerd like Todd, it was the science fair for him.

Most other days he ran throgh the heirarchy of mediocracy inside the school system. He did well, excelled in his school work, played with a lowly group of misfit friends that barely knew him, and longed for the lives of those who were popular and pretty.

Today was special though. Today was the one day where he was to be envied. This was the nerd's day to shine. He had his tests, his designs, his beakers. If all went well, they might even...

kill him before the day was out. He watched the sun, breathing in deep. His lungs thankful as they took in deep breaths of that glorious salty air.

Fire and wreckage were all around him. The shrapnel of a plane crash. His mind couldn't even register it, couldn't deal with it. He just let himself breath, let himself calm down.

As the last few embers of the day burnt out to the west, the sound of shore came to him. He glanced around to all sides, and did see a small island just North of him. It wasn't much, but it was...

First prize. The history of the Atoll, as developed by Todd Lawson. The theory behind them, the use of Darwinism as his first escapade for evolution, samples of atolls, and other marine aquatic life, as well as his own theory of the tectonic plates as they relate to the corralation with atolls. It was good stuff, good even for a college science fair, much less this high school one, and none of the judges had any problems letting him go with the first prize trophy.

And a 25 dollar certificate to Applebee's. He could treat his whole family. Won't Mom be so happy? He had finally done it, his small life of impossible odds and unnumerable circumstances lead him to this final moment of...

Fear! He grabbed her by her wet blouse, pulling her further onto the shore. Her shirt ripped, sending her rolling limply to the wet sand below. Todd hissed, biting his lower lip as he looked at her.

God, her lips were blue. Fucking blue, he hadn't seen blue lips on anyone ever before. She wasn't breathing.

Oh fuck.

Todd tried to remember training, his classes. First aid. His mind spun and reeled down memory banks of CPR, and how to revive someone. He laid her flat on the ground, her shirt open, torn, revealing too much cleavage.

On any other day he might blush, stare, even try his own stupid flirting with her, but that all left his mind as he put both of his hands on her chest, and pushed down hard.

"One... two... three... four... five," Five times he pushed, right on top of her heart. Come on baby, beat for him, send that blood flowing, bring her back.

He pressed his own lips to her blue ones, and breathed into her, hard. He filled her with that life giving and ever lasting oxygen she needed so much.

He tried to conentrate, keep his mind occupied. It was all science, yes. She needed her heart to beat, to carry blood to her brain. He pushed on her heart, hoping it would beat. She needed oxygen from the air. Todd put his lips on hers, blowing into her, filling up her lungs.

"Breath damnit. You fucking cunt! Breathe!!!"

He slammed his fist against her chest with all his might, his mind getting desperate now, panic hitting his voice. He didn't know how much longer he could do this. Would he just be trying to get her to breathe for hours and hours? Just keep putting air into a lifeless corpse here upon the shore?

"Please..."

And at that moment, he smelled blueberry pancakes.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Jenna

Moments seemed to go buy as if skipping frames forward on a movie. The waking briefly between impact of the plane, something hitting her in the head and finally the cold fear as water came rushing over her.

She fought the man at her side, trying to get his dead weight off her. Again fear struck deep inside, Paul was dead! Some how she'd gotten out of her seat belt, but she had no idea how to get out of the plane. People were scrambling, the few left alive or awake but she heard none of it. She barely moved to escape when once again everything went black.

Her eyes shot open as she drew desperately for air, only to find her lungs unable to hold any. Fearful eyes closed as she rolled to her side, again she tried to suck in air past her cold lips. Water poured out of her mouth and nose, Oh god! Fucking breathe!" Her mind shouted at her body to comply.

Someone hit her on the back and it was enough. Salty water spewed from her throat and finally she was able to pull in air. Dizzy, she couldn't manage to do more than ride out whatever waves were coming over her body, inside and out. She needed air, almost a frantic thought within her scrambled mind.

Bad idea!

At once she started coughing, wheezing and finally retching up what seemed like gallons of water.. Weak, shaken and scared she lay there motionless hoping if she didn't move it'd all go away. She could feel the water in her lungs every time she inhaled, it was what you would expect boiling water to feel like had it been inside your body.

She was cold, very cold. She might have compared it to something, had she known what this kind of cold would be akin to. Her head pounded and her eyes felt heavy, very tired.. so very sleepy. There was a heaviness in her skull, more importantly at the back of her skull. Obviously whatever had struck her on the plane had left a large knot in it's place. Too weak to explore it, she did her best to ignore the throbbing there.

She couldn't seem to speak, nor take deep breaths, but she could hear someone beside her panting heavily. Someone from the expedition saved her... She wanted to thank him, but couldn't. She wanted to cry but even that might cause her more pain and she was still fucking cold!

 

[poohlive]

Todd just hunched over her, breathing, his whole body tingly and alive, wanting to move, to do something. He couldn't though, he didn't. He just hunched there, hands on his knees, watching her breathe.

It was a wonderful thing to see, the life come back to her, those lips no longer blue but a pale shade of gray. Most of all she was breathing, that was all he needed. She was breathing, and she was alive.

"You're Jenna, aren't you?" It came to him, just then. Her hair, the way it swept over her face. He remember on the plane, Paul had said something about her. Jenny, Jenna, something. One of his 'secretaries' Paul brought on each of these outings. Two weeks alone on a secluded island with a beautiful girl, Paul was chessy but he had style.

"My name's Todd. I was sleeping, I don't know what happened."

In truth he still didn't know. His mind couldn't fix on anything, comprehend anything more complex than the fact that she was alive and she was breathing.

"Listen," He pointed out at the open shore, where waves calmly lapped against the beach. Small pieces of luggage and the plane were coming to shore.

"Will you help me, gather some of this stuff up? Please? We can move... we can do something."

He held out his hand to her, offering a small smile. It was all he could do to keep from crying out loud.

 

[SparkyMan]

This was supposed to be a comfortable ride. Damn! That was the farthest thing from the truth. We hit every turbulent pocket that damn pilot could find. I don't know why Paul let him fly. He had enough money to afford a professional pilot, rather than rely on one of the crew to double up on their responsibilties! Paul always looked to cut corners. This "rustbucket" was just another perfect example.

Well maybe ... just maybe ... it's a blessing that he is such a cheapskate when it comes to money. That's why he has me around. Oh I don't come cheap ... he pays me well. I'm the "fix-it" man as he likes to refer to me. "Jason, Mr. Fix-it, Denali," that was my name. An engineering degree from a small Pennsylvania University, Paul liked the way I could not only fix the cheap equipment he bought, but could also make new equipment from scrap parts. I was always pretty handy that way, in a geeky, nerdy fashion. I was a tinkerer. Hell, if I had my option, I would have rebuilt this plane, at least beter than it was! But, no, Paul claimed we were already behind schedule and couldn't wait another week or two that it would take me, besides, he checked it over himself. We'd be fine he said.

Unfortunately for me, I had the misfortune of landing a seat right behind the cockpit of this puddle-jumper. It only made me more nervous listening to the ramblings of the pilot every time we hit one of those damn pockets.

"Oh Shit!" That never sounds good when it's coming from the pilot. Already buckled into my seat I gripped the hand rests tightly, squeezing them until I felt my fingers would snap off at the joints. Everything else was a distant memory, as if from a bad nightmare. My mind was scrambling as everyone started screaming and yelling. I heard something about losing engines and going down. Suddenly the plane shifted, nose first, towards the coral reefs outlining the island. Everything and everybody lurched forward. If it wasn't tied down, it came tumbling through the cabin towards the cockpit. Baggage and equipment went flying everywhere, down the aisle, crashing into people, knocking them in the heads. I faintly recall seeing blood gushing from Paul before the pilot screamed something about holding on tight.

I curled into a tight ball bringing my hands over my head, protecting my body with my forearms, knees against my chest, feet up on the seat. That's all I can remember. Everything else is a black void.

"Ooooh," I mumbled groaning as the pain sensors in my body finally brought me back to the real world. With as much pain as I was in I wasn't sure I wanted to be in the real world. Send me back into that black void, I ordered my mind, but it wouldn't oblige. I felt queasy as I bounced up and down incessantly, finally opening my eyes as I realized I was floating on my seat cushion. The bright sun reflecting off the waters was too much for my aching head to handle so I closed my eyes again, just trying to get my body parts to speak to each other so that I could manipulate them in some sort of organized fashion. I have no clue how much time slipped by before I was able to garner up enough strength to peek out of my eyes to catch glimpses of plane wreckage, equipment, and luggage floating about me. The shoreline was maybe a football field's length from where I seemed to be drifting.

I spotted an arm floating in the water, sparking my adrenaline to help save someone. I grabbed the wrist and pulled. "Oh GOD." I screamed, falling off my cushion into the water. I let go of the dismembered limb and quickly scrambled for the support of my lifesaving floatation device, clinging tightly to it.

I managed to paddle my feet occasionally, pushing me into the waves which brought me to the sanctity of the shores. My head still hurt. I put my hand where the ache seemed greatest. I felt a sticky ooze slime gather round my hand. Bringing my hand to my face I saw red. I was once again in the comfortable void of blackness!

 

[horseman4]

Dan Robertson knew from the time he took off in this rusted out hunk of junk that something was wrong. Why did he ever agree to pilot this expecition was beyond him. Actually he needed the money and needed it really bad. His wife had left him over a year ago along with large bills to pay. He was a 40 year old retired pilot from the Navy. He had actully took early retirement due to injury and a scandal that he still refused to talk about partly because of a signed non-disclosure agreement and in part because the memories were far to painful. So far most attempts at securing a well paying job with the civilian airlines had met with utter failure. He had served all over the world and flew just about anything with wings. So he knew that the skip in the engine was not right. His employer assured him that everything was in order and to just do his job and quit whining. As the engines gave their last sputter he saw that their destination was not far so he would ditch the plane as close to the island as possible. It took all of his skill to keep the bucket from nose diving into a death spin and killing them all.
As the plane made contact with the water he blacked out for a few seconds until the salty water splashed across his lap and face. He quickly released his safety harness and moved to the passenger compartments trying to assist the passengers in making a quick exit from the plane before it sank totally below the surface.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Jenna

"Will you help me, gather some of this stuff up? Please? We can move... we can do something."

She nodded her head, but even that slight movement hurt. Wincing she did her best to get up, but could not without his assistance. Woozy, eyes a little foggy and still cold she found it almost impossible to move just yet.

"Plea-" She broke off coughing into her hand, "a-a moment." her voice was barely audible, raspy due to the water. Had she died? The thought was fleeting but scary as hell. She was too young to die!

She met his gaze, although parts of his face were fuzzy.. "Mild concussion." she could see him for the most part. Paul's partner.. "Where's P-paul?" She gasped, concentrating on her breathing still.

As she clung to his arm to stay upright, her free hand moved to the back of her head, tentively she began poking around.

 

[horseman4]

By the time Dan arrived in the nearly flooded passenger area most were escaping from this watery tomb already. One passenger had not been so lucky as he appeared to died during the crash. Dan moved to him checking his pulses just to make sure. Feeling no signs of life he moved on making sure the plane was clear. He grabbed two packs near the side entrance of the plane and swam out into the ocean. As soon as Dan's head hit the surface he pulled a cord on the first pack and it self inflated into a life raft. He then pulled the cord on the second pack which self inflated air pockets surrounding the pack to keep it afloat. Dan pulled himself into the raft and secured the other pack letting it float behind him. The second pack contained survival gear such as pills to purify water, a flare gun, a survival knife, a large waterproof canvas which could be used for several things, several rounds of antibiotics that would help in fighting off most common illnesses, and numerous other items. As Dan neared the beach he could see the other passengers scrambling onto the sunlit beach exhausted and still in shock at what had happened to them.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The housewife from the Cheese State looked up at the sky. Her eyes dreamlike, her mind revolving around mindless thoughts, things that just seemed to come to her. Little things. Things that she didn’t grasp. There was sand on her back and her head hurt, not to mention she thought maybe her arm was broken. She lay there breathing and then she closed her eyes. She wasn’t supposed to close her eyes after an accident was she?

Helen Turner sat there looking at the fly shit that speckled the walls of the aircraft. She almost backed out when she saw the junk heap, but she figured that the plane made its last landing looking like it was on its last wheel, so why couldn’t it take off one more time and land once more too. After all, what was the likelihood anything would happen to her. She’d been around 32 years and was still alive and kicking.

She found herself wondering if what she’d heard as a child was really true. Did a fly shit every time they landed? She figured they did. . . after all they were light little fellows. She sighed and shifted in her seat. She still had her seat belt on. She wondered why she hadn’t taken it off yet. Was there a reason? Nah... there wasn’t a reason. She was just lazy. Yes, that was it. Lazy. He’d called her lazy. At least he did until he couldn’t talk anymore.

She giggled. Alan said she had a nice giggle. She thought he did too. She was going to miss his giggle. He hadn’t giggled when she saw the life slip from his eyes. A smirk lifted and she glanced around at the other passengers. Did they giggle like Alan? She hoped not. God... that would suck, if they giggled like Alan. She’d have to remember him then.

Was that the engine of the plane that just went? No, that wouldn’t be right? That would suck. Unfair really, after all she did to get free of him, she dies. Fuck no! Do you unbuckle in a plane crash? Would you? No. She should just sit here and see what happens. Damn another engine. Fuck they are falling. Do you fall or do you drop from the sky?

When they hit the water will they explode or float first? Should she unbuckle now? Perhaps later, after they hit the water.

The ocean isn’t always warm. That sucks. Wasn’t it supposed to be warm? Who is that man trying to undo her seat belt. He’s probably gonna rape her. That would suck. She’d have to deal with him then. . . just like she did Alan. Fuck Alan. She laughed. Are you supposed to laugh when your dead?

The sun was beginning to dip down and Helen came back around again. She shook her head and tried to rise up from the sandy shore, but was unable to. She fell back down and took several calming breaths. Slowly she moved her head to the left and thought she made out a couple on the beach. She turned her head to the right and saw more figures. “Damn,” she muttered. Helen looked to the skies and swore.

“Fucking joke on me, huh? Kill the husband and then die on a fucking island, that is the best joke ever.” She closed her eyes again. “Maybe just sleeping is a good idea after all.”

 

[SparkyMan]

Jason Denali

As the pain numbed and the apparent shock wore off, I awoke sprawled out amongst wet sand, cool ocean waters slowly lapping at my feet. My head still pounded, and checking again, I felt the hairs over my cut, matted and stuck together. Dried blood I assumed, checking my hand and not seeing any indication of fresh bleeding.

My arms ached, and looking at them I noticed my shirt had been torn and was merely a tattered rag adorning my torso. I rolled over and sat up, squinting into the lowering sun, peering at the scattered floating objects eventually making their way to the now littered beach. "What the fuck happened?" I asked, getting no reply, quickly realizing I was talking to myself. I examined my body. Everything was there. Mostly scratches, some deep, no running blood, and lots of dark red splotches that I was sure would eventually turn a multitude of purple shades.

"Okay. Everything's there." I was talking to myself again. "Get yourself together. Get up! And start doing something!" I rose to my feet. Hmm, no shoes? What happened to them? My toes dug into the wet sand, the water coming to just below my ankles. I walked back into the water, till it was around my calves and bent down cupping the amazingly clean, clear liquid, despite the dark circle surrounding the main wreckage. Crisp, clear, cool water! Splashing it on my face seemed to ease some of the pain and reconnect the synapses of my brain cells to a more coherent understanding of the situation.

"Look for survivors!" That's the first thing you have to do! Find others and organize! The beach was long and had many coves and inlets. Peering north and south, I didn't see anyone, or anything moving about. "Oh God! I can't be here alone!"

Thinking more clearly now I watched the direction the waves hit the shore in relation to the crash. A vast majority of the scattered wreckage lay to the south, so I headed in that direction assuming that floating people would be to the south also. I trekked through the shallow water, taking note of the various wreckage pieces, but not gathering anything just yet. I had to find survivors first! Keep going! I followed the jagged coastline peering intently for any life.

 

[poohlive]

He couldn't move her, couldn't force her to get up. In fact, the best thing would be for her to lie down right now. She was in shock... she couldn't think.

He couldn't think either, the only piece of information that kept running through his head was blueberry pancakes. Did that mean he was in shock? No, it couldn't be. If you were in shock you wouldn't be wondering about it, you'd just sit there, numb, oogling over blueberry pancakes that weren't there.

But where were they?

Todd shook his head, and went back over to Jenna or Jenny. She was cold, still. There was nothing warm on the beach, nothing dry either. He thought for a moment about the luggage, and something in there, but no... everything floating would be too wet and too cold. It wouldn't help her out any.

"Paul's coming," He said, trying to cheer her up, "He'll be here."

Todd sat down behind her, wrapping her up in his arms, it was the only thing he could think to do. His warm skin touched her own. He started to rub it together, friction, anything he could do to help her.

"It's ok though. We'll be ok. We just need some blueberry..."

He paused for a moment, unsure what he was saying.

"We just need to calm down, and relax. Get our bearing for a moment. I want you to think, ok? Just try to remember for me. Where are you from? Tell me that. Ok? Just concrentrate on that. Tell me where you're from."

She was starting to warm up, that was good.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Jenna

"From?" She naturally moved closer to the warmth he offered her, she was so cold and so very tired. He muttered off somethings, but she couldn't really seem to pay attention to half of it. Floating wreckage kept passing by, some coming to shore but a hard reminder of what just happened.

She knew enough that they were no where near their destination, they hadn't been flying nearly half the amount of time Paul said they would be. She wished her had her sedatives with her now, but who knew where her bag went to by now.

"Jenna.. Hafen.. Pittsburg." She trembled, shock or cold, who really knew? Her headache was growing worse and worse but not so bad she did not hear a startled yell out over the water.

"Oh god!" She nearly broke down crying, "Someone's out there!" She hid her face in the curve of her neck, unsure if she'd see more gruesome things. Closing her eyes wasn't the brightest idea, she instantly felt dizzy and had to pop open her eyes to make herself focus on her savior's collar.

 

[poohlive]

"Ok... ok... it's ok," He hugged her tightly, his own eyes wet with tears. Well, whatever shock she was in was gone now. She was back, she remembered at least part of what had happened, and her pancakes were now blueberry...

What?

"It's ok, it's just someone else. Maybe it's Paul. There had to be other surviviors. We made it, someone else did too. It's ok... they're not going to hurt you. I promise you, ok?"

Todd took her face in his hands. She was shaking, she felt so small and weak, tears in her eyes. But, he had to make her look at him, he had to make her see.

"I promise you, no one will hurt you, ok?"

He hugged her tighter.

"Over here! We're over here..."

He still moved his arms up and down Jenna/Jenny's back, warming her up, keeping her safe.

 

[horseman4]

Dan

Dan pulled the small raft up and onto the shore before collapsing on the beach. Looking up the sky he was just thankful to be alive. He looked to his left seeing empty beach then scanned to his right. There huddled on the beach were two people a man and woman. Dan secured the raft on the beach along with the few meager supplies. Dan sprinted down the beach with first aid kit around his waist to the two survivors. "Hey are you two alright? Are you hurt?" As he approached he recognized one of the survivors as Jenna or Jenny which was it he could not remember.

 

[SparkyMan]

Jason Denali

"Keep walking." I was still talking to myself, pushing myself along. The sun had now dropped, providing only a glimpse of what was a beautiful day. On the other side of the sky, an extremely large white moon was beginning to make its ascent. At least ther'ed be some light to navigate by.

I cleared the cove I was in and circled around the point, glancing along as much beachfront as I could see. "Oh my god? Is that a survivor? I think I found a survivor!" The sudden rush of adrenaline was pumping through my veins, giving me renewed energy, along with hope and satisfaction that I was not alone. From where I was, all I could make out was a sprawled body laying in the sand. I quickened my pace to near the seemingly lifeless form sprawled out.

As I neared, I could tell it was a female by the shapely femine curves and the way her soaking wet designer shorts clung to the perfectly round orbs of her backside. Her face was laying in the sand, pointing in the opposite direction, her long billowy hair strewn and tousled all about her head.

As I neared I noticed her left arm was bent at an impossible angle. "Damn. Broken arm." I was talking to myself again. The incoming waves were slolwy lapping at her legs, threatening to sweep her up and take her back out to sea. "No. Can't let that happen!" I've got to stop talking to myself I vowed, circling around to see her overly pale face, eyes closed, mouth open. "Definitely in shock," still talking to myself. I watched her back slowly rise and fall with each calming breath she took. "She's alive!" I placed my hand on the small of her back, trying to gently wake her, to no avail. Smooth skin, and a red bra, I had no clue where her blouse had gone. Gently and softly I moved the hair from her face, and recalled the lovely lady sitting near the back of the plane. She was new to the crew, and right now I couldn't recall her name. I did, however, oddly remember Paul telling me he'd introduce me to her. "What an introduction!" I just couldn't seem to stop myself from talking out loud. Maybe it was just to ensure I was alive.

Her skin felt cold, and so did the water creeping further up her body. "Have to get her out of here." I hopped to my feet and stood over her head. "Gotta be careful ... broken arm," I reminded myself. Reacihing down I dug into the soft sand just above her shoulders and came up under her armpits. I filled my lungs with the salty air and held my breath as I gently lifted the rag doll from the sand, her head hanging limply forward. I walked backwards, taking carefully measured steps, not wanting to fall, pulling the raven beauty from the sea. Further and further we went, higher up on the beach, not knowing how high the waters would come over night. I gently lay her back down in her original position, listening to moans and grunts escape from her lungs. "Yes, you're alive. You're gonna be okay?" Finally I wasn't talking to myself, but to some other human being! Though, dissappointedly, she did not reply, falling back into her comfortable world of blackness. She was cold ... cold and wet ... colder than the night air, quickly surrounding us.

"Other survivors?" (Talking to myself again) "Can't leave her here alone ... stay with her till she wakes." It only made sense. Who knows if anyone else survived? At least there were two of them, and they had to look out for each other, for the time being.

I suddenly felt tired, the adrenaline rush wearing off, draining my body of what little energy I had left. Sitting above this lady I stared and tried to concentrate on what Paul told me. I remembered something about recently widowed. He'd brought her along and thought we'd make a good couple. He told me her name ... what was it? Her ex husband died. Guns? Robbery? Shot dead? It was a movie star's name? A television station? "Turner!" Turner something ... or was it something Turner? Her husband was shot dead. She wants a new life. Hunting accident? No ... 'Hunt'! "Helen Hunt," I cried out loud, quickly realizing I had made the connection. "I mean, um, Helen Turner!" A smile crept across my face. I hadn't lost my sanity, and was actually beginning to think more clearly.

The motionless body of Helen Turner lay face down beneath me, occasionally groaning in her sleep. She was starting to shiver. "We gotta get you warm." There was nothing in immediate sight that could even remotely provide any warmth, and I didn't want to leave her to go searching for something. The only alternative I had was to rely on instinct. I gently rolled Helen onto her right side, letting her broken left arm drape across her belly in a seemingly normal fashion. I curled up next to her and pressed as much of my flesh as I could up against her flesh, spooning together like two lover's curled in a comfortable bed. I draped my left arm over her and pulled her even tighter to me, warming her back and my chest, along with shielding her from the cool ocean breeze blowing against my back.

The adrenaline was completely gone. Like my body reacts after a sugar rush, it went into shutdown mode. Relax ... relax ... relax. A contented sleep quickly fell over me!

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Helen’s body was slowly beginning to warm and she started to come out of her rest, only to burrow back against the warm body that was snuggled up against her. As she did her dreams ran around in her head and she found herself shifting in her sleep. Her arm brought a moan from her lips and she gasped. Her eyes opened, then closed again as she thought of the dream she’d been having.

She’d been on a plane, taking a trip. She was alone, but that didn’t seem right after all Alan was right here behind her. When the was last time that ass came to bed to sleep? He’d shoved her out of their bed when the floozy next door wiggled her ass and invited herself into Helen and Alan’s bed. . . minus Helen.

She tried to turn toward her husband when blinding pain ripped through her and she screamed. Her eyes shot open and she pushed the body back away from her.

She remembered now.

She remembered everything, the fly shit speckled plane, the seatbelt madman who was going to probably rape her and then the water and wondering if you were supposed to smile when you died or was that laughing? Well it didn’t matter in the end, Helen remembered.

Mainly what she remembered was that the man who she’d pushed off her wasn’t her murdered husband and she wasn’t about to be some quick roll in the sand.

Her broken arm was soon cradled to her stomach and she glared at the gentleman. She knew her screaming had to awoken him as she stared down into his face. “Who are you?” she demanded. She was scared, hurt, confused, and pissed.

Who knows what kind of maniac had been nestled against her? Fuck, he could have molested her and she wouldn’t have known it.

Was she psychotic? Alan said she was. But Alan was dead. She giggled. Yep, deader then dead.

She looked back at the man, her eyes never really left his features, but her thoughts had. There for a minute she thought she saw Alan.

He kinda looked like Alan... but then again, most men these days did. Lying, Cheating, Assholes. . .All named Alan.

 

[SparkyMan]

Jason Denali

"What the ...." I held my words, suddenly startled awake from the ranting raving woman I had rescued. Despite her broken arm, she had the look of a woman possessed, a venomous snake ready to strike and kill its prey, eating it at it's pleasure.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" I cautioned quickly rolling in the sand to get as far away from striking distance as I could.

Finally at a safe distance, I was able to watch as she buckled trying to get to her feet, her broken arm unable to support her, screaming out in deafening agony.

“Who are you?”

I couldn't understand the look. It was a mix of sheer womanly anger ready to kill at first attempt, and one of a doe, caught staring into the blinding lights of an oncoming truck.

The full moonlight overhead illuminated the surrounding area, bouncing and dreflecting off the gentle waves of the nearby ocean which had indeed crept closer to their previous sleeping position, but still a few yards away. I felt sorry for her as she gripped her broken arm, trying to support it with her other good limb. I wanted to run up to her and help her, but her current ranting frightened me. It wasn't that I couldn't handle her. Hell, she only had one good arm, and was smaller than me. I just knew to adhere to that proverbial adage, "Never mess with an angry woman." But what was she angry about? I pulled her from the water! Name? Did she ask my name? Talk! Talk quickly! (Aha, I wasn't talking out loud to myself any more!)

"Whoa. Wait a minute. I'm Jason. Jason Denali! I was on the plane with you!" I watched her face twist as she tried to recall the events prior to the horrifying crash. "I'm part of the expedition crew. Remember?" Again Helen Hunt's ... er, Helen Turner's face twisted, her eyes slowly rolling as she tried desperately to recollect any details prior to the crash. By now I had scrambled to my feet, putting my hands out in front of me to show her I had no weapons, and possibly ward off any attacks.

"I was at the front of the plane. You were at the back. Remember?" The more I asked Helen to remember, the more her anger eased, replaced by attempts to put the vague pieces of the puzzle together. I slowly lowered my hands and stood more upright, hopefully giving Helen the impression that I was not a threat!

"You're Helen. Helen, um (I almost said Hunt again) Turner? Right?" Once more her face contorted, as if she were trying to recall if that was her name or not.

I didn't want to wait for her to respond. I just filled her in on the horrifying details as quickly as I could, just so everything would be out in the open. "Look! We crashed! There were a bunch of us on the plane. When we crashed, everything went everywhere. Look!" I pointed to the littered beach with allkinds of scattered sheet metal, ripped luggage, and broken equipment. I drew her attention back away from the harsh reality of the beach and tried to get her to focus on me. "Look! I washed ashore up around the cove! I've got a nice scar as a reminder of this too." I leaned over and showed her the blood encrusted gash ripped through my scalp, outlining the area with my finger. When I looked back up, Helen was clutching her stomach, apparently ready to expel whatever she had in her stomach. She managed to keep it in though, concentrating on my words, and my eyes. "I don't know who else survived. I walked down here and saw you lying face down in the sand, over there." I pointed in the general direction where the water was softly caressing the sands, about ankle deep. "You were unconscious, so I pulled you up here. You were cold and wet, shivering uncontrollably. Rather than leave you here unprotected, I figured I'd stay with you and keep you warm until the sun came up."

I saw a slight softening in the hard lines of her face. Her tense muscles relaxed at the seemingly logical explanation given to her. She tried to remember the beach incident, but couldn't. She silently wondered if that's what unconsciousness is really like? Her arm ached terribly so, the slightest movement, bringing sharp pains throughout her whole body.

Cautiously I took a step towards her and stopped frozen in my tracks when her eyes flared open in rage. I had to reason with her. Make her realize that we needed each other. We needed to work together if we were going to survive this ordeal. "Look," I said sharply. "I am not going to hurt you. If I wanted to I could have done anything I wanted while you were knocked out." I took another step closer despite her glare, raising my hands again in self defense. "I don't know if anybody else survived this crash. We may be the only ones!" Another step closer. "I know for a fact, not everyone made it. I saw some pretty gruesome stuff out in the waters." Another step. "I want to help you. That's why I rescued you. Let me help you." One more step. "Let me take care of you."

I took that final step closing the gap between us, watching her emotions swim in the pools of her eyes, dropping my hands and opening my arms to embrace her, to hold her tight, to comfort her. Mistake!

"NO! NO! NO! GO AWAY!" She screamed at me pounding my chest with her only good fist.

I didn't move though, letting her abuse my already beaten body with her progressively weakening blows. Her screams elicited tears from her eyes as they began cascading heavily down her soft, but bruised cheek. I embraced her carefully, around her shoulders, holding her so that I wouldn't cause pain to her arm; hopefully letting her know I was there to comfort and assist her, and to protect her from harm.

 

[LatinLady]

Liddia West
Age: Mid 20's
Average Build
height: 5' 8"
Hair Red
Eyes Green

Liddia was only a member of this expedition because she spent the better part of her life living on an island in the Phillipines. Her parents were hippies who up and decided to move to the phillipines when Liddia was 3. She speaks the language and knows how to survive on very little. She had been hired as a guide once the rust bucket of a plane they were in landed.

Well, the darn thing landed ... crash landed out in the middle of nowhere.

Liddia came to lieing on the sand of a beach, clothing tattered, shoes missing, and completely alone. As soon as she could muster the strength to move she began to take stock of what had happened and the likelyhood of wether there would be any survivors.

There were a few pieces of luggage being tossed by the waves hitting the shore. Liddia decided she would start by picking those up and stacking them away from the water then, she gazed at the ocean. Based on the wind direction and surf, she figured anyone who was able to swim to shore would have done so to her left. That's the way she began to walk ... well stumble was more like it.

It didn't take more then fifteen minutes before she saw them. A man and a woman holding each other on the sand. "Oh thank god I am not the only one on this island! "

 

[horseman4]

Dan finally reached the couple and spoke loudly, "Jenna, is that your name? Are the two of you alright?" He looked both the man and woman over not really seeing any injuries but a look of shock and horror was plastered on the face of the woman." Look you two stay here and don't move we need to stay together and not get lost. I'm going to look for others and will be back shortly."

Dan trudged off down the beach scanning both ocean and land for more passengers. He called out, "Can anyone hear me?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Jenna

She did her best to move slowly, gaining her feet tentively as if waiting to fall over. She was surprised slightly that she didn't hurt worse than she already did, and she would have been grateful to be alive if it weren't for the pounding headache.

"Oh god." She groaned as her eyes fell on the sinking plane. "I don't see.. many survivors.." Tears did fall unchecked, but she did her best not to break down.

"Where are we? And what happened?!" Against her wishes, her eyes began scanning for people, for signs of life. She heard a new voice say something to her right, but she knew it wasn't Paul's voice.

Where was he? She wasn't in love with him, she wasn't planning on marrying him.. And she knew what a whore Paul was but all that did not matter! He got her ass into this, the bastard better be getting her ass out of it! And soon!

"Oh thank god I am not the only one on this island! " A woman's voice caught her attention, her eyes then diverted to the wet pale face beside them. She didn't know the woman's name but she recognized her from the plane.

Of course you do stupid! It wasn't like it was a huge flight of people on a seven-forty-seven!

"Are.. Are you ok?" She searched the woman's face for any signs of trauma or injury.. Not that Jenna could do much, she just barely started her degree in nursing assistant.. Not even a real fucking nurse, just an assistant...

"I don't see Paul." Her eyes were wide, glitening with tears and worry as she forcused on the man's face. The same man who had saved her life... The partner, wasn't he? What was his name?

Reality was a bitch and it was slowly sinking into Jenna's muddled brain.. Stranded, some where...

She shook her head to push the thoughts away. She did not want to think about it, refused to in fact. Safety, food, dry clothes.. It would come later, surely they would find a way or a town? Brief flashes of what she did see came back to her, there were no civilized places here as this island was so tiny..

"Oh god!" She croaked, her tears beginning fresh again.

 

[poohlive]

"Oh, I know... I know," She cried into his shoulder once more, still wet from the ocean and her tears a few moments ago. The poor thing had been through so much, and her blueberries weren't anywhere in sight. After they rested he would help her find them, and any one else that might be here.

"There are other people, see? Paul could be here too. Liddia made it."

She sure did. Look at her, pancakes and everything. Todd hugged her briefly, although it was awkward with Jenna/Jenny still in his arms.

"I'm so glad you made it. We saw the pilot wander off, but I think blueberry..."

Todd had to blink, concentrating as his vision doubled for a moment, but it went away, slowly but surely.

"I think he went to go look for other people. We should... we should move up a little bit to the treeline. There won't be any wind and we can dry off, try to warm ourselves. Especially her. I think she's in shock... I think..."

He couldn't think though, all he could smell were blueberry pancakes, and smoked sausage cooking in the other room. It was impossible to tell from here, locked on this simple island. Breakfast cooking soo far away.

"Will you help me?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Helen/Jason

Helen was in the man's arms and once more absorbing his warmth.

What was happening to her? She was calm one minute, hysterical the next... His words of comfort were nice, but fuck hadn't that been how she ended up in the arms of Alan. She shivered and pushed away from him.

“Look, I don't know you and you don't know me, so do me a favor... thanks for saving my life and all, but I don't believe hugging is necessary.“

Her eyes flashed from both anger and pain. She stepped far away from him and held her arm. “Please, don't do that again. I don't need to be coddled and held and protected. I've been protected before... I don't like it.“

She looked around and stumbled to the trees on the edge of the beach. Her arm was killing her. She knew without a doctor to reset it properly she'd be left with a useless limb. She sighed as she bit back the pain.

She was nuts, wasn't she? No, she was hurt and confused and angry. How dare he touch her and take her in his arms.

“Damn, Alan look alike,” she thought to herself.

That thought made her pause. “What if it is Alan,” she muttered to herself.

What if he wasn't dead? What if he lived had surgery and then came back to get her? Thoughts and questions ran into each other like ants that had lost their scent trails. Ants? Why the fuck was she thinking about ants?

Helen looked down and several dozen of the little red things running up her good arm. They were swarming her, coming from deep inside the log. She dropped it and screamed. She shook her good arm and tried to rid herself of the insects. Her other arm racked with pain as it was jarred by her body shaking.

“Get them off!” she screamed as they started crawling higher up her skin. Over and over she muttered, “Damn! Fuck! Shit! Get them off! Hurry!” Then they started biting. “Please!” Her eyes flew to Alan's. “Alan, help me!”

It was Alan wasn't it?

 

[LatinLady]

Liddia

"Are.. Are you ok?"


"I'm fine, just a little sore", Liddia remembered this girl from the plane, she was Paul's assistant, though assisting in what she wasn't sure. The man who was holding her on the other hand Liddia didn't remember. Maybe it was because she spent most of the flight focused on the rust bucket they were riding in.

"I don't see Paul." As much as Liddia wanted to comfort this girl that Paul would be ok, but in the back of her mind, she didn't think he had made it. Liddia remembered Paul still being on board when the plane went under.

"I'm sure he's just up the beach a bit. In the meantime I think you should do as he says and go have a seat where we can get warmed up and make sure we are ok. I am going to grab us some fire wood and make a camp fire." She didn't wait for an answer, but began immediately to search the treeline for suitable wood. Once she had all the makings for a nice fire, she rembered the luggage she had picked up down the beach, one of which was hers and would have water resistant matches in it.

"I found some of my gear washed up on shore the same place I did. I'll be back in a few to light this fire."

 

[SparkyMan]

Jason Denali

She's in pain. Severe pain. Probably shock, and maybe a concussion. That's the reason. That can be the only reason she's being so irrational. What else could it be? She does realize she can't make it on her own, doesn't she?

What the hell is she screaming about? She's shaking violently so. No wonder she's screaming. All that shaking, her broken arm is flailing about, the pain must be excruciating. I wish she'd let me help. I could at least use my scouting first aid knowledge from many years ago to do an immediate triage, till we could find better supplies. She'd have to let me near her though. She doesn't want me near her. Stay away, she said. It pains me to see her in such agony. But her psychotic behavior really scares me. That venomous fire in her eyes, as they narrow into slits as if they belong on a snake.

Help? Now she's asking for help? What is going on with this chick? She definitely needs a doctor... a head doctor ... more so than I do! Please? Did she say please? She's actually begging for my help now?

Alan? Who's Alan? Why did she call me Alan? I told her my name was Jason. I know I did! At least I think I did. I'm pretty sure during that last tirade, i told her my name ... Jason Denali ... yes, that was me!

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I'd try it again. I put my hands up and closed the distance between us. Upon nearing her I suddenly realized the reason for her convulsions. Ants! Freakin fire ants! She must have upended a nest, and from the looks of things it was a huge nest. They were covering her quickly swarming over her body, nipping and biting as they travelled, leaving tiny red dots quickly welting up on her otherwise pale skin.

I ripped off my shirt and wrapped it around my hand. But damn if I was going to touch her right away! "Look! I'm gonna brush them off of you. Okay?" I waited for her approval to do so, adding, "Don't hit me this time. Okay?"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

“Okay! Okay!” she screamed at him. Helen’s eyes were like flames of lightning. “Fuck yes its okay.” She held out her arm and let him wipe away the vile creatures. “Damn...” she muttered. When it was over she finally leaned against his chest and cried.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Her body shook from pain, sorrow, loss, and fear. “I’m going crazy,” she muttered into his chest. She rose up and swept her hair from her eyes. She took a step back and then to the left to avoid the ants.

“I could use some help,” she admitted. “I. . . I just wasn’t supposed to end up on an island. Okay. I mean that wasn’t the way it was supposed to end up. That wasn’t my plan. . .”

“Jason right?” she asked. Her arm was throbbing now more then ever and she looked for a safe place to rest. “I’m Helen and I could use your help. I’m truly sorry,” she told him.

In the back of her mind there was a sound, a roaring that was trying to play on her senses. Damn nut case. That’s what she is. . . yep a nutcase. That’s what the roaring said to her over and over again.

Helen put her broken arm to her stomach and held it gently. She looked up at the man before and this time it was with clear eyes. Perhaps she was just off kilter a little. He didn’t really look like Alan. . . did he? Maybe it was that other man on the plane. The assistant or was it that one that was going to rape her, the one with the seatbelt fetish. That’s it maybe it was him. One of them looked like Alan. . . didn’t they?

“Others?” she asked him. “Are there others?”

She thought she heard someone, but she wasn’t sure. It very well could have been a voice inside her head, she seemed to hear them a lot.