Perplexia
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Eliza Jaques had boarded a boat headed to Scotland from England. She had been promised in marriage to a Lord who paid a hefty price after falling in love with her portrait.
The long red haired busty virgin had led a comfortable life. She was brought up to be a lady, and defied it at every turn. She didn't want to be married without love. The thought of being bred like a cattle disgusted her. Having no other options and having the wild girl blacklisted from social engagements they had no choice but to seek a husband for her abroad.
Lord MacDougall was smitten with his soon to be virgin bride, and couldn't wait for her arrival. The seas however had other plans. A massive storm hit the seas veering the ship off course. Eliza clung to a barrel as the ship was literally ripped apart sending the entire crew to its death and practically drowning her in the process. A board had knocked her unconscious with her fingers locked clinging to the barrel. When she awoke she was upon the sands of an island with pieces of the barrel surrounding her.
It would be presumed that she had died like the rest of the crew, and by some miracle she hadn't. Instead she was thrust upon the shores of a great island covered with trees springs and fruits. There were no other signs of life upon the island that she could see.
Her dress was tattered and her hair was wild as she slowly rose up to inspect her situation. Tears flung to her eyes as she realized the seriousness of her situation. She had never been brought up with survival skills. How was she suppose to survive all alone?
Gathering her strength she began to look for a spring. The eighteen year old girl set through the woods in the hopes of finding one. She observed several trees that held fruit which gave her some comfort to know she would at least have some food. First water, then shelter, the some food she decided.
The long red haired busty virgin had led a comfortable life. She was brought up to be a lady, and defied it at every turn. She didn't want to be married without love. The thought of being bred like a cattle disgusted her. Having no other options and having the wild girl blacklisted from social engagements they had no choice but to seek a husband for her abroad.
Lord MacDougall was smitten with his soon to be virgin bride, and couldn't wait for her arrival. The seas however had other plans. A massive storm hit the seas veering the ship off course. Eliza clung to a barrel as the ship was literally ripped apart sending the entire crew to its death and practically drowning her in the process. A board had knocked her unconscious with her fingers locked clinging to the barrel. When she awoke she was upon the sands of an island with pieces of the barrel surrounding her.
It would be presumed that she had died like the rest of the crew, and by some miracle she hadn't. Instead she was thrust upon the shores of a great island covered with trees springs and fruits. There were no other signs of life upon the island that she could see.
Her dress was tattered and her hair was wild as she slowly rose up to inspect her situation. Tears flung to her eyes as she realized the seriousness of her situation. She had never been brought up with survival skills. How was she suppose to survive all alone?
Gathering her strength she began to look for a spring. The eighteen year old girl set through the woods in the hopes of finding one. She observed several trees that held fruit which gave her some comfort to know she would at least have some food. First water, then shelter, the some food she decided.
