This is a tale of some castaways. This is the real story, not the fake one you saw on television. Some of the cast look a bit different. Some look pretty much the same, at least at the start. I do not stick with the story and made up quite a bit. But it is still mostly our childhood castaways that are here for a long, long time. Eventually.
This is a story, with a familiar universe and cast, but still a story. It is not true. There is no such group of people. It is made up. None of them are less than 18 and most are older than 21. If you think you know someone here, you don't, they don't exist.
This story is for fun. It is not a serious attempt at literature, though I would like to think that it is written well enough to entertain. You may find it funny, stupid or enjoyable, even titillating. Regardless, I would appreciate knowing your reaction. Tell me anything, but explain it. I want to know the why. If you say, You rock! or You suck! I will probably delete the comments because they don't say why. I don't need a short story, but a one liner about what you liked or didn't would be helpful. And vote. Thanks!
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We had a racket going on, and a damn good one. My partners and I had discovered a small chain of deserted islands not far from Hawaii. There was a sort of navigation null zone there and older ships just couldn't get past it. On these islands, we had planted some marijuana. We came back about every six months to harvest and replant and care for them. Basically, it took around a day to do what needed to be done on the island and each of us had an island for which we were individually responsible. In all, the trip took about three days, a day to get there and drop everyone at their island, a day to harvest and a day to load up and boat back. During the stormy season or after a big storm, we took a similar trip out to our islands in order to make sure they were okay and fix any damage etc.
It was after a big storm that I noticed something different on my island. It was no longer deserted. Following the sounds I heard and the smoke, I found a new camp on the far side of the island. I didn't have a lot of time that day, but I made it to be seven people and a wrecked ship. The ship was pretty broken and I could tell from looking at it that it would never be sea worthy again. So, I headed back to my plants with the thought of having to return to find out about this new development. After all, my island was the second biggest producer in our little group and made me a considerable amount of money, pulling in about $250k per six months. I could not afford to lose my cash cow.
Now most of us had our own boats, I mean, it was Hawaii. So, two days later, I pulled out of port with enough chow to last me a week or two if I was frugal, and set sail for my island. I say I set sail, but I never actually raised the sail, I motored all the way. I let Paco, the leader of our group, know what was going on, before I left, just in case I needed someone to rescue me. I told him not to be concerned for a couple weeks, then come get me if I had not contacted him. Understand, we were in a clandestine, illegal business. Paranoia was a survival trait. When I arrived at the island, I put the boat in a sheltered cove, unviewable from land and hidden on the sea side. I swam around to the island with a small pack of goods. I had a plan. I was dark enough, both my skin and my hair, to be taken for a native and I could even speak Hawaiian. So, I garbed up in native clothes, with a flint knife and a semi-modern spear and snuck through the jungle to a place I could watch them and learn.
Over the next several days I leaned quite a bit about them. There were seven of them altogether. The crew of the ship were two sailors, dressed in semi-uniform fashion, one in blue shirt and the other in red. The blue shirt seemed to be in charge, possibly the Captain of the boat. The red shirt seemed to be off a little bit. He was clumsy and not real bright but there was something else I would have to watch out for later. The two other men didn't interact with one another much. One was a rather snooty looking, well dressed rich tourist and the last was a nerdy looking man with a pocket protector and high water pants. The rich tourist had an attractive older wife who was ill suited for the environment and stayed near the primitive huts the group had built. Another was an attractive young woman with pony tails and shorts who had a penchant for wearing boys shirts tied up to show off her smooth tummy. Finally, there was a famous movie star that I recognized from the movies, though she did mostly high drama which wasn't really my kind of movie. There was already a lot of activity regarding her and the loss of this group's ship.
On the third day, they were organizing to do more searching of the island. The girls were staying back at camp and the men were doing a circuit of the island. They headed off toward the east along the northern shore. It would normally only take a couple days, maybe a third, to walk the circumference of an island this size, but the direction they were heading would take them to a dead end. They would either have to swim a considerable distance past and against the tides on the east end of the island, or they would have to turn around and backtrack at least half a day and strike inland on the island.
The rich man's trophy wife wasn't happy, but agreed to spend the time while they were away in her hut. The weather wasn't so hot that it would be uncomfortable and she was kind of frail. At least, that was the impression she gave to the men. I noticed as soon as they were no longer around, she peeled down to her string bikini and went down to the beach to get some sun. She looked much sexier than when she was dressed. I think much of it was the clothes in which she chose to dress. The were matronly and altogether unflattering. I had almost decided to make contact when the young one approached her. Moving closer, I heard their names, Mrs. Howard and Mary Ann. Mary Ann wanted to lay out with her and they could talk. Evidently, the movie star didn't lay out in the sun in order to protect her complexion.
I followed them down to the beach and watched as they stripped down to nothing and lay out in the sun. While I could have watched a while longer, I needed to see what else what the movie star was going. I had always had a screen crush on Ginger Snap and this was an opportunity to meet her. So I slipped back to the huts. Ginger was walking around the area like she was bored. In truth, the walking around part was difficult because she was wearing three inch heels. After tripping a half dozen times, she got frustrated and sat down. She angrily took off her shoes and threw them into the jungle, practically hitting me. Then she sat in a huff looking angry with her arms crossed under her breasts. Her low-cut sequined dress was not designed for this type of environment either, and though I had seen her in other things, they were almost the same cut of evening dress. They were classic sheath dresses that reached her ankles with slits up the sides to her knees.
I quietly moved back into the jungle and retrieved her shoes. When she walked over to the water barrel to get a bit of water, I set them on the table near where she had been sitting. When she returned, she saw them and I watched her eyes go wide as she looked around before picking them up.
"Is someone there," she called out, her voice ringing with a slight tremor.
