Marooned Together Part 2: Barbra and Dean's Adventure
This part of the story begins as just before Jeff and Julie go overboard. Please check out Part 1 if that doesn't make sense. I hope you enjoy.
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Barbara did her best to hold the wheel of the ship steady as Jeff ran out to help Julie secure the sail. Dean quickly ran below deck to make sure the diesel engine was running okay. With her attention on keeping the bow of the ship into the waves, Barbara almost didn't see Jeff and Julie go overboard, but out of the corner of her eye, she watched as their bright orange life jackets fell into the churning sea below.
"Dean, I think we lost Jeff and Julie," she screamed.
Dean ran back onto the deck and tried to find them.
"Fuck, I can't see them anywhere."
"Should I turn the boat around and try and pick them up?"
"If we try and do that, we will capsize. Also, I can't see them right now, I wouldn't know what bearing to turn to. When the storm calms, we will start searching." Dean yelled over the storm.
"I'm going to run back down and radio for help," Dean said. As he turned to head back down, the sound of screeching and breaking metal stopped him in his tracks.
"Shit that's the main mast," Dean cursed as they watched the mast break and slam down into the boat. "I think we have to abandon ship."
"Fuck, Dean are we going to die?" Barbara cried out.
"No, we have a life raft and an emergency beacon. I'll get the raft. Try and keep the boat as steady as you can. I think it's starting to take on some water." Dean was stoic and unfazed, almost like he was going through a checklist in his head. He knew he had to hold it together for Barbara.
Dean quickly ran down into the hull grabbed the emergency life raft and a bag of emergency rations. He returned to the deck of the ship. He hooked the line of the life raft to the rail of the ship and then threw it into the water. He pulled hard on the line of the raft, deploying it. The raft expanded quickly. The raft was bright orange with a full canopy on top of it. It almost looked like a mix between a tent and a bouncy house floating on the waves.
Dean grabbed onto Barbara's arm and guided her hand to the line.
"Don't let go of this line until you are in the raft," He yelled over the storm. "We will jump off together."
Barbara nodded. Tears were streaming down her face, but Dean couldn't tell because of the rain. They moved to the edge of the ship. Dean held on to Barbara's life jacket with one hand and the line with his other. Barbara held on to the line.
"Jump on three," Dean yelled. "One, two, three."
They jumped into the rolling waves. Barbara's hand broke loose from the line, but Dean held tight and pulled her back to the line which she then grasped. They slowly worked their way up the line to the raft. Once they got to the edge of the raft, Dean helped Barbara in first, pushing her ass into the covered raft with his free hand, holding the line with his other. Dean then climbed in after her and cut the line attaching them to the ship.
Once in the raft Dean lounged against the side trying to catch his breath. Barbara was curled up in a ball almost hyperventilating.
"Breath Barb," Dean encouraged rubbing her pale freckled hip softly.
Her breathing slowed a bit. She got up on her hands and knees and went to the entrance of the raft. She stuck her head out, puking over the side. Dean grabbed her ankle to make sure she didn't get tossed out by a wave. Dean watched the lights of the ship disappear over the horizon as Barbara finished puking.
"I'm sorry," cried Barbara crawling back into the raft and into Dean's arms.
"Don't worry," Dean started, "I may not be showing it, but I feel about the same. I'm going to check the emergency beacon. Help should already be on its way."
He moved over to where the beacon was on the raft. He opened the pouch to find the beacon in pieces.
"Shit, Fuck, Goddamn!"
"What is it?"
"It's broken Barb."
"Oh no, are we dead then? What about Jeff and Julie?"
"We are going to be ok. I can't be sure about Jeff and Julie. There are a lot of islands around here. They might get lucky and wash up on one. The water is warm enough. I don't think they will get hypothermia. We have to stay positive. They might be ok."
Barbara nodded her head.
Barbara and Dean cuddled together as the storm continued to thrash them with none-stop waves. They barely talked for the next few hours. Neither of them were sure when, but eventually they nodded off to sleep.
When they awoke the storm was over and the raft felt stable. The sun had started to come up. They took off their life jackets. Barbara had on a long white tee shirt, almost see through from water, and her skimpy bikini top and bottom underneath. Her long red hair was still damp. Dean had on swim trunks and nothing else. His blonde hair was a mess and his blue eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and stress. His toned and tanned body was still flexed tight from the stress of the previous night.
"Let's dry out the inside of the raft and then we can inventory our supplies and try and come up with a plan," Dean suggested.
They started bailing out the large puddles of water in the raft and then used some large sponges that were in the raft to get the rest of the water out. They rolled up the canopy to let the sunlight in. The raft was meant for 4 people so it was actually pretty good sized for two people. They could both lay flat, side by side, if they wanted to.
Dean opened up the emergency rations from the raft and the extra bag he had grabbed before they abandoned ship.
"Looks like we have food for 3 weeks, fishing gear that should hopefully buy us 3 more, a knife, some rope, water for a week or so, a hand desalinization pump for after that, sunscreen, a pack of playing cards, a first aid kit, and three bottles of vodka," stated Dean after it was all laid out.
"At least we won't starve and we can have some fun with the vodka," Barbara joked for the first time since the storm started.
"I think it's supposed to be for cleaning wounds and what not," smiled Dean.
"I'm more interested in the what not," smirked Barbara.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Hopefully we will drift to an island, with any luck one with people in the next few days, or be sighted by a ship," said Dean.
"I hope that's true for Jeff and Julie too," said Barbara with more than a hint of sadness in her voice.
Dean set up a clothes line and Barbara removed her shirt and hung it up to dry. Dean couldn't help but look at her freckled body. Her black bikini barely covered anything. If he wasn't so stressed, he was sure he would be getting aroused, but for now his mind was on survival. He started prepping fishing gear.
Barbara started learning how the desalinization pump worked and kept an eye out for any ships, helicopters, or their loved ones. Dean couldn't help but steal a few glances at Barbara knelt over the pump. Her toned freckled ass was fully in view. In any other situation he would be staring, of course in most other situations, Julie would be there to smack him. Julie didn't mind him looking as long as it wasn't for too long, he justified to himself as he stole another glance.
"Are you looking at my ass," Barbara said smiling and looking over her shoulder.
Dean blushed and looked away.
"No, no, just getting the fishing gear together."
"I don't mind, you know, you can look as long as you don't touch," Barbara teased.
"Don't worry Julie would murder me if I did," Dean joked.
He watched as Barbara's face when from a grin to serious.
"God, I hope they are ok," Barbara said.
"Me too."
Once her shirt was dry Barbara put it back on over her bikini. They spent the rest of the day fishing with no luck, but they seemed to get the system down and thought they might do better the next day. The sun went down and after eating some of their rations they were both pretty tired. They laid down to go to sleep.
"Can you cuddle me a little while I fall asleep?" Barbara asked.
"I thought you said no touching," Dean winked at her.
"I think this will be ok."
Dean nodded and they laid down on the raft spooned together. Dean couldn't help but notice how well their bodies matched together. Barbara's was a bit shorter than Julie. Barbara's body though still fit, but was a bit more curvaceous and softer than Julie's. He put an arm around her stomach and they were asleep in no time at all.
They next few days they got in a rhythm of fishing, eating rations, and talking. Mostly they talked about Julie and Jeff.
"You think they made it to an island?" asked Barbara.
"I mean it's definitely possible," Dean answered. "Can you imagine the two of them alone on a tiny island?"
"God we better hope they made it to two separate islands or they may have already killed each other?"
"Let's hope they got rescued by two different boats instead," Dean joked.
"Yeah, without us there to mediate; it could certainly turn into a blood bath," Barbara laughed.
"Dean, I enjoy your company, but I'm feeling a little couped up and bored. Do you think it is safe to go for a swim?"
Dean thought about it for a bit
"Yeah, I think its ok, but only one of us at a time and we should tie a rope to the swimmer to make sure they don't get to far from the boat."
"Good plan," Barbara nodded.
Barbara stripped off her long tee shirt and Dean tied a rope around her slender ankle. Dean tied the rope to a D-ring in the raft. It gave her about 50 feet to play with.
"Be careful not to get tangled and yell if you need anything."
Barbara nodded, stood, and dove into the calm water. Dean admired her huge tits and perfect ass as she gracefully entered the water.
"How is it?" Dean asked watching her as she popped back up.
"Oh, the temperature is nice, but we are in really deep water," Barbara said. "The water is clear but I can't see the bottom."
Dean watched as she swam out to the full length of the rope and back to the raft a few times. He was maybe watching her a bit too closely as she did the back stroke. He was wondering if her tits were going to slip out of her tiny bikini. That's when he saw it out of the corner of his eye. A huge fin. He felt his eyes open wide.
"Shark!" He screamed. "Shark!"
Barbara barely heard him at first but when she lifted her head, she saw Dean was waving his arms and his face looked panicked.
"Shark behind you!
Barbara saw the fin and then turned back toward the raft and began swimming as quickly as she could.
Dean could see the shark was gaining on her; he looked around the raft. There was a short paddle to use for short rowing situations. He grabbed it and dived into the water. He had been a college swimmer and was soon passing Barbara. The shark was right behind her.
Dean put his face in the water. He saw the shark's open mouth headed right for Barbara's leg. He smacked at its face with all his might with the paddle. It connected directly with the shark's nose. The shark turned away momentarily.
Barbara basically rocketed into the raft from the water. Dean was swimming back now at full speed. She could see the shark was circling back. Dean was swimming fast, but she wasn't sure it was fast enough.
