This is a fictional account.
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John got up early and left the hut without disturbing Em. She started having discomfort and nausea in the mornings so he felt it was better to let her sleep. He wanted to work on the rudder mechanism for the raft anyway and she couldn't really help him much with that. Besides, her main focus these days was working on the sail. Never having been much of a sewer, Em was being challenged, with limited materials, to come up with a large enough and suitable sail.
To create a sail that would be strong enough to survive even in rough and stormy seas, was not too easy since her main sources of material were coats, shirts, and a few old curtains from the plane. Her thread was anything she could gather from denim jeans and the cloth cushions of the captain's and co-pilot's seats, neither of which gave her very long pieces. Not an easy task but she had one saving grace. The old lady had in her suitcase a small travel sewing kit. It wasn't much but there was some thread and more importantly two needles.
The mast of the raft amounted to the longest and stoutest piece of bamboo they had. It was only ten feet tall but fairly thick at around four inches in diameter. Secured at the base into the raft at the bottom and by two smaller supporting pieces about two feet up, it was pretty sturdy. They would use wire from the plane to hold the sail in place. John had even crafted a way to raise and lower it to the bottom bamboo cross support for the sail using the hanging rings from the curtains on the plane. The sail wouldn't be much to look at by current standards but it would work, they hoped.
John had worked hard on the design of the rudder. A broken rudder at sea would be worse than if the sail couldn't be repaired. Without a rudder he feared they could be left adrift and that would potentially be their biggest concern for survival. He had spent hours molding and hammering a piece of aluminum around a stout piece of bamboo. He secured it in place with screws from the plane and fashioned the handle for the rudder in a similar way. When he was done, he was satisfied it would work well and could handle some rough seas. Not having much sailing experience though much was guess work that made him uneasy. Trusting his new family to a crudely designed craft out on the open sea worried him constantly.
One night as they were sitting on the giant boulder behind their hut, watching the sun set, having just had glorious sex, Em had shown him two rings she had made from tiny seashells. She smiled at him as she slipped his on his finger. Then she handed the other to him to put on her finger.
"What are these?" John asked but had a clue and kissed her.
"What do you think they are, silly?" Em replied and kissed him again.
"You made us engagement rings?" John answered.
"Love rings really, but you can certainly call them engagement rings if you want," Em proclaimed with a loving smile.
"I'm the one that should be getting the rings," John said.
"Well, I didn't see you doing it so I did," Em stated.
"I suppose I should be asking the question though," he said hugging her tighter. "Will you marry me, Meredith Emerson?"
"Yes ... I will marry you, John Morrison," Em exclaimed and kissed him passionately.
John slipped the ring on Em's finger and kissed her again. The kisses that followed were so full of love and passion his dick started to react. He wouldn't have thought that possible after the nice long lovemaking session they had just concluded but here it was stirred by their loving kisses. Em's hand on his inner thigh wasn't helping either. It didn't take long for that hand to feel the movement growing towards it. A slight squeeze from her hand told him she knew what was happening.
Em broke the kiss, 'So soon, big boy?" Em queried with a mischievous smile.
"You're going to kill me," John complained.
"I'm not the one starting this. Besides, you love it," Em added.
"I certainly can't get enough of you," John said pulling her even closer for a kiss.
The rock was no place to make love so they exited for the frond mat below. They took it long and slow pleasuring each other orally before fucking. Having fucked Em just an hour or so earlier, John lasted a good long time, bringing Em to three nice orgasms before flooding her insides with more sperm. No longer worried about getting her pregnant, Em and John hugged and lay together afterwards, staring into the nighttime fire, and acting like two longtime lovers.
The next day John worked on the rudder again while Em sewed a section of the sail. Before John could attach the rudder, he wanted to push the raft closer to the water on the rails. He worried that if they kept the raft on the top tier of the beach and loaded it with all the remaining provisions and essentials, when they went to push it down to the beach the rudder would drag in the sand. So he built a stop in the rails leading down to the beach and called Em to help him. Together they pushed the raft over the edge of the top flat part of the beach and then fought hard to hold it back from sliding down hard on the stoppers he had built.
The stoppers were nothing more than two pieces of stout bamboo on each side, tied together, braced into the sand further down, and positioned to catch the front runners on the raft. The stoppers would work well but John didn't want the raft sliding down the rails hard into them and possibly damaging something or knocking the runners off the rails. It took both Em and John, dragging in the sand above the raft to slow it enough so it just nudged up against the stoppers about midway down the beach and held there.
Now John could mount the rudder and prepare the raft for the finishing touches. Soon he would be affixing the two plastic rafts to the top and getting ready for the loading to begin. John set to work on the rudder as Em returned to her sewing. He was sweating hard as he tried to secure the fairly heavy rudder to the raft. He had part of it wired in place when he heard Em scream. He dropped everything and raced back towards camp.
"Em, what is it!" John yelled back, grabbed his spear, and raced towards the camp up the beach.
As he got higher, the top part of Em's body came into view and he saw she had the flare gun pointed into the air. He screamed at her to stop but too late. Still running towards her, he saw the smoke trail from the flare gun as the flare shot skyward. Only twenty feet from Em now, he finally saw what she did. What looked like a military plane was flying low and right at them only several hundred yards away and closing fast. John reached Em as they both watched the flare burst brightly only a hundred feet up in the air. There was little doubt the plane could see it as it screamed past over them and right over the smoke flumes from the dying flare.
"A plane!" Em was screaming and pointing. "A plane!"
"I see it!" John hollered over the roar of the plane's engines as it passed above.
They hugged as they watched the plane swing out wide and bank around. They cheered and jumped up and down as the plane flew back towards them. It seemed to be swaying back and forth and John realized he was rolling his wings to show they had spotted them. Em and John yelled loudly as the plane flew right over them even lower now. They could almost make out the pilot as he screamed past.
"He sees us, Em!" John shouted over the wash of the engines.
"Oh, my god, John! We're going to be saved!" Em cried aloud.
The plane made one more close pass over the jumping and waving couple before it banked, waved its wings, and took off into the sun. The couple were still waving until it was a black spot in the distance.
"Are they going to come for us now?" Em asked excitedly.
"He's probably on the radio now to his base reporting our position," John related.
"Was it an American plane?" Em questioned.
