Note: If you have not read chapter 1 it is highly recommended, if you did please check back it was been edited since its original submission. Although it is possible to follow the story without chapter 1 you lose a lot of insight into the main characters if you don't.
Also thanks luvtaread for the editing.
Chapter 2.1
Brandon awoke on the island to still find it dark. Unable to sleep any longer he decided to reflect on the events of his last day on the ship...
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As planned he had gone to the gym that day. He changed and acquired a new bottle of water, having tossed to old one that had held the blonde girl's panties, which he had kept in his bag. He then went to get started on his workout.
While he was finishing up he ran into Mel, the red-head from the day before. It was a pleasant enough of a run in, in his opinion anyway. It also confirmed a few of his suspicions about her body as her workout clothes showed that she definitely spent a lot of time in her local gym. Brandon left her to her workout before heading back to his cabin for what he assumed would be another boring day.
After he had showered and dressed someone knocked on the door. Assuming it was likely one of Hutch's drunk friends looking for him, Brandon opened the door a crack.
Without looking at who he was speaking to said, "I have no idea where Hutch went, check one of the breakfast buffets then the pool as he usually is trolling for girls there."
He shut the door and got three steps before a soft knock sounded on the door. A bit irritated now Brandon went back to the door and opened it fully, but before he could speak or take a look at the speaker he heard a vaguely familiar soft-southern voice.
"Brandon Metcalf?" As he heard the voice an image of a tall brunette flashed in Brandon's mind. As his gaze found the source of the voice he saw the woman he remembered standing in front of him. Brandon was struck speechless. Her voice broke the spell as she asked, "Are you Brandon Metcalf?"
"What? Oh, yes, yes I am. What can I do for you?"
"Well, it's my laptop," she said indicating a black thin rectangle that Brandon had failed to notice she was holding, "I've been having issues with it today and I asked at the front desk and they recommended I talk to you." Brandon's spirits fell a bit, computer help, of course it was that, after all why would she come down here otherwise? He also found it a bit odd that the desk would give his name out, but he had gone to school with one of the people at the information desk so it was not too surprising.
"Well, might as well make the best of it." Brandon thought.
"Sure come on in let's have a look at the patient." She came and handed him the laptop which he set on the cabin's table next to his own. Then before turning it on he asked, "So what is the issue you have been having?"
"Well it's been getting slower and slower and lately it just crashes after the most basic of tasks." She answered and Brandon nodded before getting a disk from a nearby bag he inserted into the drive and booted up the computer. The computer immediately began running the program on the disk.
Brandon then explained that the program was searching for a hardware problem. He hoped it was something easily fixed but it did not look good. The brunette nodded her understanding.
"You were touring the island yesterday, right?"
"Uh, yes, you took my picture yesterday while I was sightseeing on the island...it was in front of a church. There was also a red-head, Mel I think her name was."
"Oh, yes now I remember, strange I did not remember your name. I am normally very good with names, my professor said it will be quite useful when I finally get to be a teacher."
"Really? Well, yes that is a good quality to have. Although I know a few who are dreadful with names and manage, my best friend for example. Those poor kids have to use name tags for half the year and even then he still gets them mixed up." The brunette chuckled at this and Brandon said, "Speaking of names I'm not sure I ever got yours."
"Oh, where are my manners," The embarrassed woman said holding out her hand, "Ashley Wesson."
"Brandon Metcalf," he said before remembering she already knew his name. To hide his embarrassment he let go of her hand and quickly asked, "So what did you think of the sights on the island yesterday?"
"Oh, they were very nice. I'm not that big on history but it was fun to see and learn a bit about those old buildings."
For the next few minutes they discussed the sights and Brandon was amazed at how easy she was to talk to and how she made him feel calm and yet nervous at the same time. While they were talking the program finished running.
"Well I got good news and bad news. The good news is I found your issue and it is easily fixed." Brandon said looking at the screen.
"And the bad?"
"Well, your computer's memory is for lack of a better word, gone. Like I said, ordinarily an easy fix, but since we are in the middle of the Caribbean a memory stick is going to be hard to come by. Especially since it looks like your board is
very
specific about the type it will support. There is very little I can do, sorry."
"Ashley, I don't mean to pry, but what were you trying to do on the computer this morning?"
"Nothing too important, just trying to help a friend, why?"
"It seemed odd, with the ship having general use machines around, that you would need your own fixed."
"Well yes there are some files I want, some of my important school papers are on there. Not that I need them right now, but as my last semester was interrupted by a family issue I want to keep them for when I am able to finish my degree."