Sweet Castaways

Willy

OOC: Sorry, this needs to be a motor yacht, or else you all are going to have to help sail. Also we need to make some miles south!

IC:
"Only if you'll do my back"

I smile at her, and sip on my water bottle.

"Been kinda busy here, and I'm gonna get burned if I'm not careful. Everbody happy over there? I think we need to go south without stopping for a while, that storm is going to pass just north of here. We've got all weekend, and I know a little cay with a sheltered lagoon and beach, where the water never gets rough."

They're all pretty mellow right now, but I can see the sexual tension mounting. It's contagious, cause I can feel it, too.
 
Andrea

OOC:
Consider it to be a motor yacht then. :p ..*L*
Feel free to use fluid time if you wish, zoom us ahead to where-ever you see fit to put us. Just remember, this ship is supposed to be overtaken by the storm, tossed about and even sunk if necessary. We are to be stranded on a lovely lil island in the middle of the Carribbean, thus the title "Sweet Castaways" :)

IC:
I smile widely as I enter the room fully.

"Sure thing, Cap'n, only if you return the favor."

I grab the bottle of sunscreen and squeeze a quarter-sized dollop in the palm of my hand. It warms in my palm and I begin smooth it across his broad shoulders, kneading the muscles slightly.

"Everyone seems to be doing great so far. Sounds like a fabulous plan too. We can wait to dive for a while, Shannon's just complaining cause she's all sticky."

I laugh lightly as I continue to smooth the warm lotion over his smoothly muscled back.



[Edited by Imoen on 03-17-2001 at 07:54 PM]
 
kimmy

Kimmy finishes her wine and heads back to the gally for another bottle. Sitting on Michael's lap had made her hotter than she had felt for a log time, and the wine wasn't helping, her head already spinning a little. it had been a log time since breakfast, so she thought she had beter eat something, se really was hungry.

Opening the fridge she found all kinds of things, cold meats, salads, shrimp, pasta, her mouth watered. finding some fresh bread, she set about making sandwiches and filling a tray.

She reached for another bottle of wine, spotting a bottle of water and downing that instead. picking up the wine, and the sandwiches, she headed back up on deck, smiling a little to herself. Maybe she was not as silly as she looked *wink*

"Any one hungry?"
 
Michael

Michael says, "mmmmmm sure,t hat sounds delicious. Mind if i have a nibble?" HE says wiht a grin, and wink to Kimmy.
 
Shannon

I waived the sandwiches away with a shake of my head. I was still grinning and I gave Pete a wink to let him know that it was all in jest.

"None for me thanks," I said as I stood up,"I have to watch my figure. I wish I was like Andrea and could eat anything I wanted to without gaining an ounce but I have to actually work to keep in shape."

"I'm headed to refresh my drink, anyone want anything else to drink while I'm gone?"
 
kimmy

kimmy blushed a little as she leaned forward to offer around the food. Looking at Michael she did her impression of sweet innocence, which didn't fool anyone, but it was good for a laugh.

"You can nibble as long as you promice not to bite."

As Pete took a sandwich from her tray she paused to take a closer look at him. He was a nice looking guy, diferant to Michael, but still very cute. Social standings had never meant a thing to her, some times she thought it meant more to people with out money than it did to people sho had more they they could ever spend. Money was something she had never had to do without, but she did know the value of it despite what her father thought. Kimmy had a very generious nature and often gave away more than she spent on herself, still, she had an immage to maintain, that of a brainless blond, and it was a roll she had a lot of fun playing, not to mention it allowed her to get away with just about anything.

setting down the tray for every one to help them selves, she headed back to the gally to get every one another drink and riad the chocolate cake she had seen in the back of the fridge.
 
Jumping ahead just a little:

WILLY:

I've always loved the smell of suncreen. You know, the coconut, cocoa butter, whatever it is. Now with Andrea's sweet smelling red hair, and the sunscreen, and the sea, the smells are as sensuous as the sights. I finish with her back, and only my position as employee keeps me from having a little nibble of her neck and shoulders.

The sea has begun to grow angry as we motor southward. We've been out several hours from out Key West mooring, and it looks like the storm is brewing, and we may not be able to skirt it. I'm headed for a small cay with a protected harbor. There's lots of islands here, and my immediate concern is seasickness. Sick guests can ruin a day for sure.

The weather reports coming in are not encouraging. The winds to the north are over 100mph and while we're far enough away to avoid the storm, we need to get out of the open water soon. I've warned everyone to stay off the rail, and life jackets are at the ready.

These islands are in shallow water, flat, with white sand and wonderful colors of blue depending on the depth. The sky is a bit cloudy, but still the air is warm and even with a 25 knot breeze, quite comfortable. The guests are enjoying the waves.

As we pass one of the many quiet islands, we suddenly lose power. The force of the sea drives us toward a beach; the swells are 9-10 feet. With a sudden but not really violent lurch, the boat catches a sand bar spins half way around. A wave breaks over the port rail, soaking everyone and washing Pete overboard. We're only 150 yards offshore, and the tides are driving us directly at the island. The two-way radio has been bashed by debris and is overboard.

The boat is aground. I see Pete onshore now, looking out at us. Andrea's red hair appears in the water; she's swimming for shore.

Another wave crashes over the boat, and the rest of us are in the water. Fortunately we all can swim, and the life jackets help us reach shore in no time.

I reach the beach feeling like I've been hit by a truck. A skinned knee, and sore shoulder seem to be the only damage. Looking around, I see the last of our party, Kimmy, stumble to shore as one last breaker nearly flattens her.

"Is everyone OK? Fucking engine picked a good time to cough! At least we're all ashore and breathing!"

Kimmy wears a sheepish grin. Her top has been sacrificed to the sea. Maybe that's what got us ashore safely...
 
Michael

Michael is no where to be seen in the area. Everyone knows he was a lfieguard throughout highschool, so they all wonder what could have happened to him.


OOC: hehe plan is, for Michael to jump up, and scare sumone ^_^ so if you post sumthin, you cna use that if you want :)
 
Shannon

I knelt on the beach gagging and coughing on the sea water I had taken in. I had wanted to go for a dive but this is ridiculous!

I had stood at the railing, my heart dropping to my stomach as I watched Pete fall overboard and then I was so relieved to see he had made it. However my worry had caused me to not pay attention and I was soon washed over myself.

Quickly emptying the sea water from my lungs and stomach, I looked around to see if everyone was alright. "Andrea! Pete!," I called the two that were uppermost in my mind,"Is everyone okay?"

Then I noticed someone was missing. "Where the hell is Michael?," I cried as my eyes swept the beach, my body still too shaken from the experience and waterlogging to move.
 
Kimmy

Kimmy slipped Pete’s T-shirt on over her head, thanking him, inwardly impressed that he was such a gentleman. She followed the others up the beach, the two things they needed right now was shade and fresh water. Shade looked easy enough to find, but what of the water. As the entered the tree line, following what looked to be a natural trail, something gripped Kimmy’s arm. The very air seemed to shatter with her high pitched scream.

“Damn you Michael.”
 
Willy

I knew Michael was around, and up to something. I also knew we needed some humor, since it appears we're in a pickle. The radio is swamped out there, and even though I had grabbed a cellphone when I saw the need, there's no response here. Nobody even knows where we were headed, and maybe even that we were out. There's no map, although I know about where we are, and I think I know which island. It's a small one called Spring Island (I hope) because there's a fresh water spring not far from one of it's beaches. We need only find the stream, and we've got water. We've all been watching "Survivor" lately, and it seem eerie to suddenly be in a similar situation.

"Hey, people! Come here, I have some info, and we really need to figure out what to do next. Come here! I think I know this island."

I really fucked this up. Sure, the engine quit, and all that, but I'm not supposed to turn a party into a disaster. The damn boat may be badly damaged, and when the girls find out we have no communication, they'll be ripping.

(OOC or maybe not, maybe its their type of adventure?)
 
Shannon

"Oh, hell, this is not a good situation. Daddy will kill us for wrecking his boat and Andrea and I have a charity event to get to tommorow and...." I stopped and just let the thoughts in my head disappear. God, I what was I thinking? We are shipwrecked on an island with possibly no way to get off and here I was thinking about trivial rich girl stuff.

I couldnt help it, I started to giggle and then to laugh. "Shannon, you can be an idiot sometimes," I said to myself as I continued to laugh. Everyone was looking at me like I was nuts so I sobered up really quick and waived away the looks with a gesture of my hand.

"Well, Andrea," I said to my sis,"Looks like we are going to be able to put those survivor classes that dad had us take to use. We are going to need food, shelter and water."

Looking up to the captain, I said,"Does you knowledge of the area include any known water sources and do you have any idea if there are people inhabiting any of these islands?"
 
Kimmy

The way everyone gathered around, pooling their knowledge and idea was simlpy wonderful. It was amazing how people could come together in times of dificulty and do the best for everyone, not just themselves.

As Shannan and Andrea got things organized, Kimmy found a rock to rest on. her head was pounding and when she reached around to rub the back of her neck, it felt all sticky. Looking at her hand she began to shake, her hand was covered in blood. She must have struck her head when she was thrown over board and now it was throbbing something fierce. Her mind began to fog, and her head spun as conciousness slipped away.
 
Michael

Seeing Kimmy begin to waver, Michael rushes over to her, and catches her in his arms just before she falls off the rock. As she passes out in his arms, and calls everyones attention, and using his lifeguard training rips his shirt sleeve off, and begisn using it as a bandage on Kimmy's head. Using his other sleeve, he tries to stop any bleeding on Kimmy's head. Calling out to sumone, "Common! Sumone get sum water!!! But Makesure its Freshwater... find a stream or something..." returning his attention to Kimmy Michael says quietly into her ear..."Common, come back to me Kimmy...come back to us..."
 
Captain WIlly

I notice that some of the trees are breadfruit and mango. That's a good sign. Now for water.

"I've never actually been here, Shannon, but I do remember being told by a friend of you father's, a sailboat racing guy, that this island was a favorite hideaway of his. It's totally uninhabited, and there's supposed to be a fresh water spring and a small stream. I think this he said it was owned by some environmental group, something about an endangered crab or clam or something. Shouldn't be hard to find the water, if it's the right island. Maybe 2 people should circle the shoreline, and see."

"Oh, look! Is she (Kimmy) OK??"
 
Kimmy

Kimmy groaned, the pounding in her head was making her entire body ache. She opened her eyes with great effort and looked up to see Michael wiping her face and fussing over her. she gave him a cute little smile.

"I have a boo-boo, could you kiss it better?"
 
Michael

Michael smiling at Kimmy softly leans downa nd kisses her head. HE loooks back at her, and asks with slight laugh, "anywhere else?"
 
Michael

Michael softly laughs, and winks at Kimmy, "Well then, im glad i was trained hwo to 'save lives'..." and gives her a little kiss on the nose. "Feeling better?" Michael says. Realizing they may need shelter and food he says "um guys... My watchs says its statign to get late intot he afternoon. We'd betters et up sum kind of shelter. And food is our second priority at the moment, because luckily we all ate b4 the storm..."
 
(enter, a maid)

Mythelle was scared. She just knew they were all going to die here. She had only taken the job as a member of the Master's servant staff to earn money for a first semester of college. Until she took the job she had never even been away from home over night before. And now look at her.

She was a shy girl, never believing other people's appraisal of her intelligence and looks. In spite of her long wavy red hair, soft, doe-like brown eyes and shapely figure she was too shy to have dated much in school. Most of her high school life had been spent in the library, in the family pool, or in her room curled up with what her few friends called another one of her dusty old books.

The fact that her 5'6" body is trim and athletic is due mostly to all the time she speant in that pool.

Now she is not only cut off from home, but in a survival situation with people she really doesn't know. Except for the uniform she was wearing at the time of the storm, she has nothing. And being staff, she knows she has no protectors among these people who are probably used to getting their own way.
 
OOC: er...how to explain this...? I'll try.

"Oh, Mythelle! You were on board? Where the hell were you through all that noise and rocking? Nobody knew you were even with us! Oooooooh...I bet....you were in the back loft sleeping. Were you...Oh my god, you were on board to, um, surprise me! No matter, are you OK?"

The maid had swum ashore behind all the others, lucky to have been just awakened by the water and not drowned. The boat was still semi-upright, grounded offshore. Willy and Mythelle had been flirting a bit these past weeks, and her attempt to surprise the skipper had taken a wild turn.

Mythelle had swum ashore in a light sundress, and her shape projected through the thin fabric in a way that made Willy's willy wiggle. Her smile indicated she was OK physically, but obviously she was disoriented, having slept through most of the action.
 
Kimmy

Kimmy looked at the maid through hazey eyes and wondered why she had been making the food and serving drinks if the maid was on the boat.

*Oh, it hurts to think*
 
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