John had no idea what made him bolt upright but he did. Sunlight was streaming in the door. From the looks of the brightness outside he had slept well past dawn unlike he intended. He turned to Em and she was wide awake still lying down but with her head propped up on her arm. Her coat was open as the inside of their home began to warm from the hot sun.
"Sleepy heads awake," Em chided.
"What time is it?"John questioned.
"My watch says it is nine," Em offered.
"We should get up," John stated.
"What's the hurry" Em asked.
"We need to look for search planes. We need to build a signal pyre of driftwood and palm fronds that we can light if we spot a plane or ship," John claimed. "Plus, we need to look for water and more food."
"I'm so glad you know what to do," Em said.
"Well, I'm sure I'm forgetting something," John extolled.
"You're doing great so far," Em said. "I slept great! How about you?"
"Yeah, your beds were fantastic," John agreed, smiling at her.
"They were comfortable, weren't they," Em agreed, smiling back.
John could feel tightness in his jeans. He hadn't peed before going to bed, like usual, and now he had a pee hard-on because of it. He wondered if Em had noticed while he was lying on his back. He cast off his coat and went to get up but it was uncomfortable and the bulge tented his pants noticeably. He tried staying on his knees and slouching over somewhat. It felt mildly better that way and he hoped less obvious.
He glanced at Em and she had a silly smirk on her face. He made his way to the door and outside. The fire was out and as he looked around, he didn't see any of the three trouble makers. He thought it safe to leave Em for a minute and went further over the hill to find a place to pee. He found a spot between two rocks with a pretty view out to the north. John fished out his dick, which wasn't easy, though it had begun to relax slightly. He gazed out over the water looking for land or any signs of life as his stream started.
When he finished he shook, then slipped his dick back in his pants. He turned to return to camp, but was surprised to find Em a little higher up the hill watching him. She had a smile on her face as she looked at him. He walked towards her.
"You like to watch people go to the bathroom," he said jokingly.
"Only sometimes," Em replied with a giggle.
"Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" John queried.
"I was just curious how you'd manage," Em said amused.
"Ha ha," John said smirking and walking past her.
"John?" Em called and her voice had a serious tone now.
"Yeah," he said turning around.
"I need to go too."
"So?"
"Would you stay right there and keep watch," Em asked, seriously.
"But, Em, ..."
"It's okay, please."
"Sure."
He watched as she went down near where he had been. She looked around, found what she was looking for, and proceeded to stand behind a nearly waist high rock. She looked at him as her hands were busy at her waist. He briefly saw more white skin further below her belly bottom, just before she squatted down some. She looked at him and he looked at her. Her smile made it seem almost natural that he be watching over her. Soon she was done and fixing her pants. 'God,' he thought, 'if the damn rock had been even two inches shorter I'm sure I'd have seen a lot more.'
Em walked quickly to him. She was still smiling like the past five minutes had been completely normal. He felt anything but normal.
"Thanks," Em said, smiling as she went by.
John followed her back to camp. They ate some more coconut and peanuts and washed them down with water, finishing a bottle each. Em followed John to the beach and they began by gathering driftwood and palm fronds for the signal fire. It took a long time to scavenge that big a pile. John wanted it to be close to six feet tall so it would burn high and bright. It was nearly noon before they were done.
When they were finished they walked back by the downed plane. It was low tide and the top half was visible in the surf. They were about to turn back towards camp when Em pointed down the beach, into the water.
"There," Em said. "Do you see it?"
John looked where she was pointing and on the next out wave saw it. The front part of the plane was barely visible above the water. They ran down the beach to the spot. It was close to where John had discovered all the bodies.
"Stay here," John said handing her the flare gun and ran into the water.
He dove into an oncoming wave and swam the rest of the way to the plane. It was somewhat further out than the back half they had been in. John could see how the nose of the plane had crushed under the force as it slammed into the shore. This section was upside down and John had to enter through the jagged gaping hole where the plane broke apart. He couldn't get air inside the plane as it was completely filled with water. He had to take breaths and swim inside and out before his air ran out.
John found the pilot and copilot still strapped in their seats. They were unrecognizable and crushed in their seats to the point John had no thoughts of trying to remove them. He took several runs inside but found little of interest. He grabbed a few coats and one bag from the overhead bins of the front row. He found a pocketbook and grabbed that too for Em. He thought it might have a comb.
If he had been above the water, he might have tried removing the radio to try to fix it, but there was no way he could attempt that without being able to breathe while he worked. He did find a plastic covered map which he took as well. Finding nothing more of value he left. He made his way back to shore with the things he had but didn't see Em on the shore waiting for him. He wondered why she walked away.
