The next few days after Em and John made up were great. Sure they had to spend time each day catching their food for the late morning and evening meals but they were becoming more accomplished at that. With their home completed, water needs temporarily abated, and food plentiful but boringly routine, they had time for long walks on the beach. They held hands and talked.
To Em's delight John had agreed that if they were rescued, she could move in with him in New York. He wasn't exactly sure how they would explain their relationship to his also nineteen year old son, Nick, but they would worry about that when the time came.
John had taken more time to completely scavenge the two sections of the plane and found a few more very useful things. In his haste the first two times, he had somehow missed two compartments in the front cabin, one on either side of the bulkhead up front, that held two inflatable, four to six man, rafts. They were obviously meant for use in a water landing but not substantial enough for Em and John to attempt to sail away from the island they were already on with them. Besides, they had no idea exactly where they were, how close the next nearest island was, and certainly lacked any knowledge where the closest inhabited land was.
John found, in compartments on the rafts, two compasses, several more water jugs - these were gallons - military style rations, enough for several days, and two waterproof plastic tarps, meant to be fashioned over the rafts as roofs if it rained or to block the sun. Those would come in very handy for catching more rain water, if it rained again soon.
On one of their many nightly walks along the beach, usually after an energetic and passionate round of love making, they discovered baby sea turtles hatching, fighting their way out of the sand, and struggling to make it to the ocean, and through the surf. Em thought they were so cute and helped many of them into the water before John stopped her.
"I think I remember a friend telling me once that baby sea turtles need to gain strength by struggling to the water. They also need the effort of the march to the sea to improve their lungs function," John claimed. "I had a buddy with a Florida beach house and that is what he was told one day by a marine biologist."
"Oh, but the poor little things look like they can use the help," Em pleaded.
"Go ahead if you want but you're doing more harm than good," John stated.
"Okay, okay," Em relinquished and joined him sitting on the beach to watch the tiny fledging little turtles fight into the surf.
The next night, as they were walking along the same stretch of beach, they witnessed an old and battered female sea turtle lay her eggs. She was alone in her effort and John wondered with Em if her apparent age and injures had anything to do with her being alone or the last one to lay her eggs. It looked like she had somehow escaped a shark because she was missing part of one back flipper. It took quite a bit of convincing on John's part but, eventually he got Em to agree to capture the sea turtle for food. He convinced her the poor turtle would probably die soon anyway and that they could use the extra food, variance to their diet, and the shell would be helpful too.
Em didn't want to watch, though, and she went back to camp while he grabbed the heavy sea turtle, flipped it over, and used his knife to end its battered life. They dined the whole next day on turtle and turtle soup. Em had been somewhat reluctant to try it at first but afterwards had to admit it was one of the best meals they had eaten.
On days when their catch of fish, birds, or now with the turtle were plentiful, they needed some way to save food. John had built a crude smoker from parts of the airplane. It took him a day to construct the first model, and several days of reworking it, to get it to work much better. He used bamboo poles for supports, and sections of aluminum, he managed to remove from the plane's hull to construct the smoker. It was small but worked quite efficiently. Smoking their excess catch, reduced their need to hunt for food every day, and actually added some different flavor to the food, especially using coconut shells for fuel, but more importantly, allowed them to take advantage of good catch days.
One day they spotted dolphins, maybe fifty of them, close to shore chasing after bait fish. The dolphins were literally driving a school of mackerel right up onto the beach in an effort to escape the dolphins. Em and John were able to use the net and their hands to scoop up over twenty of the mackerel before the school dissipated, and the dolphins left. They smoked all the fish and hung them in another structure John put together quickly.
Despite the relative small size of the island, they had not explored every inch and nearly cried for joy, hugging and kissing each other to death, one day after a particularly grand discovery. They were searching for some kind of different fruit or vegetable, other than the roots they constantly ate, when they stumbled upon a small stand of banana trees, isolated to one dense part of the island. There weren't more than a dozen trees but they were stocked with both ripe and unripe bananas. They each ate three before carting a big bunch back to camp.
Close to the end of their third week on the island, another storm came through. Fortunately, it was far less severe than the first one. It didn't damage their hut or destroy any of their provisions. The steady rainfall did give them ample opportunity to replenish their drained water bottles. The Pepsi and the peanuts were nearly gone now.
They had gone over ten days without seeing any signs of other ships. Em spotted two commercial jets, but both were already past the island by the time they saw them and over thirty thousand feet up, making most of their signal devices useless. The signal pyre was so hard to replenish each time that they were reluctant to light it at any meager attempt at rescue, as they would have to work a half day just to replace it. It also drained a lot of their available supplies of burnable material needed for food preparations.
With little else to do each day besides plan their meals, they had plenty of time for other activities. They both had great tans and Em only wore her bikinis most of the time, if she wasn't just totally nude. They took long walks together, many times circling the whole island. For exercise, they also swam plus jogged on the beach. Em had developed quite a collection of various sizes and kinds of shells, some of which she tried to make into jewelry such as necklaces for John and her.
At some point, practically every day, sex topped their list of enjoyable activities. Sometimes it was just long slow, enjoyable sessions of pleasing their mate orally. Em had worked hard on taking John's cock deep and had amazed herself when she managed finally to accomplish it. For his part, John took pride in making Em cum repeatedly with his mouth. He had made her cum four times in a row recently before she had to push him away because she couldn't take anymore.
Their couplings were usually long drawn out affairs, with John seeing how many times he could make Em cum before needing to do so himself. They both disliked using the condoms and took way too many chances. Sometimes he would pull out before ejaculating inside her but Em hated that as much as John did, so most of the time he came inside her and she rushed into the salt water to clean herself. Secretly, Em was worried about the night they made up after their fight. She had failed to get up and clean herself until the following day. John was not aware that she was nervous about what might have happened that time.
The day that Em marked off on her calendar tree a slash that meant they had been stranded on the island for four weeks, they decided to share their last Pepsi. John had put it into the ocean for a couple hours to lower the temperature to where it was more enjoyable to drink. It was a full moon as they sat on the beach looking out over the water and sharing the Pepsi.
"John?"
"Yeah?"
"Will we ever be rescued?"
"I believe so, Em. Someday, someone has got to come by our island here," John expressed.
"What if they're not friendly, John? What if they're like those other guys?" Em worried.
"I suppose we need to worry about that but there is no way for us to prevent it either."
"Shouldn't we prepare for that possibility as well as if real rescuers come?" Em questioned.
"What do you mean? You think we should set traps or something?"
"Maybe. You're good at that."
"Em, that might be risky. We could never need them and there is always the possibility we could be careless one day and one of us trigger the trap. I'd die if one of those traps ever hurt you," John claimed.
"I suppose you're right. If you got hurt, I'd certainly die, probably of a broken heart too before I actually starved to death," Em stated.
They kissed and hugged and decided against setting any more traps. John nudged Em back onto the sand and leaned over her to kiss her. His right hand cupped her bikini covered right breast and kneaded the firm mound. Soon her nipple poked at the thin fabric and she moaned into his kiss.
"Shall we celebrate our first month anniversary together?" John asked with a smile.
"What did you have in mind?" Em queried but smiled too.
"How about I ravage you right here on our beach," John proposed.
"If ravage means you want to fuck me silly, I'm all for it," Em replied giggling.
