Chapter 2
"Stranded"
Darian
It was the heat that finally caused me to awake in the spacious yellow lifeboat, mostly dry, half naked, with my hand resting lightly on my sister Annika's right breast. She had her back pressed snuggly against me, and wore a soft smile on her face. I took a moment to make sure she was breathing easily.
I removed my hand.
While my brain tried desperately to start functioning properly, I simply shook my head.
Honestly, the girl never quits.
I mentally complained, recalling the various little attempts, hints, and outright seductions she'd made over the past few days.
Not to mention that kiss on the plane.
Oh but what a kiss it had been, Dare.
My face twisted into a frown.
Shut up, Lust.
Kiss reminded you of that first one, didn't it?
I imagined anything deeper than animal attraction, Lust. It's nothing more than that.
I tried explaining to myself. While I'm sure most people would find the process almost insane, I found fracturing my mind into separate, dominant emotions, feelings, or ideals helped me work things out.
Lust was a frequent "speaker." In my mind's eye I even knew what he looked like, me. Just with long hair that flowed in luxurious blond locks, no shirt, and my favorite pair of silk boxers – the dragon print ones.
Delude yourself all you want, buddy. She'll wear you down sooner or later.
I refused to let it go any further. Instead, I opened my eyes to focus on the more immediate problem.
Unbidden, the worst parts of the previous night's events flashed to the forefront of my still foggy brain. The crash, the horror of opening the partition door and finding the entire plane sheared in half.
I remembered diving under the water, desperately trying to swim down fast enough to reach the rapidly sinking passenger section of the plane... and in a single flash of lightning overhead I'd seen the terrified face of a young woman, looking up at me through the window.
Tears welled before I could hope to stop them. Not wanting to wake 'Nik, I swallowed hard and slipped away from her sleeping form.
The other bag I'd found the night before – it'd actually been obstructing my view of the lifeboat – was sitting in the corner of the boat next to my bag. In the bright early – or possibly late – daylight, it looked rather beaten up and old, and was rather small. I hoped it would have something I could use for 'Nik... While I'd been able to store my luggage inside, her belongings had been stored below the plane in the cargo section.
I was sure I looked like the offspring of some strange yellow creature as I slipped out from between the sandwiched lifeboats to look around. Cool, sweet air kissed my face and I realized how hot and humid it was inside our makeshift shelter.
We were no longer drifting, as we had all night, and it was no longer raining. Outside was... surprising. The sky was crystal clear and we'd landed on an absolutely white, beautiful beach that stretched out on either side of the boat. Tall trees loomed nearby, and while they were spaced fairly far apart, there was so many of them they blocked almost everything that might have been behind them. The only thing I could see past them was a white-tipped peak, just barely visible over the tallest trees. That was a blessing at the very least, and helped me make sense of all the trees. Deciduous trees required lots of fresh water, and entire civilizations had developed off of mountain springs or run-water.
I pulled both packs out of the shelter, tilting the top a bit to allow some fresh air inside. The packs were both damp, and while my backpack was of very high quality, and water resistant, it had been completely submerged for a while the previous night.
Finding my swim-trunks, I laid out all of my personal effects on top of the relatively clean inverted life-boat that served as the top of our only shelter.
First out was a small pouch of toiletries, and I forced myself to go into "survival-mode," that is, to think outside the box.
I guess we could maybe eat the toothpaste,
I shrugged. I had absolutely no doubt the island was empty – We'd been over the ocean too long, our route very direct to our destination, which took us far from populated islands and areas.
I'd six changes of clothes, two of which were suits which didn't seem all that enticing in the warm, tropical weather. My old leather jacket, which could be used for a number of things. My laptop and phone, which were both destroyed. While they could handle rain fairly well, saltwater had truly ruined the delicate electronics. Not that I could recharge them, of course. Solar power had steadily grown in popularity over the past few years, but was still not installed on most high-powered portable PC's. I of course had needed the most powerful.
Of the more useful items in my pack, I'd a durable multi-tool with pliers, wire cutter, saw, blades both straight and serrated, even a built in flashlight powered by a carbon nano-tube battery. While I wouldn't be cutting down any trees with the five-inch tool, it would definitely come in handy.
Additionally I had my penlight, a pocket-knife, Zippo lighter (though it was so wet it wouldn't be lighting anytime soon), cigarette case with a stash of hand-rolled smokes that contained marijuana (which had been legalized two years previous) as well as some rolling papers and small bag of loose weed.
I shook the bag, noticing a few seeds.
Hmm... if this turns out to be a long little vacation...
I chuckled slightly.
Better put that on your 'to do' list.
"Thank God for private planes," I muttered, setting the items in a pile to the side.
Other consumables consisted of some meds – Excedrin, motion sickness pills for 'Nik, Heartburn pills for me, and a bottle of sleeping pills. Additionally, I had two bottles of Evian, a bunch of pilfered mini-booze bottles, a large bottle of brandy, and a collapsible cup I'd picked up at a gift shop for my buddy Caleb. It had a naked Japanese geisha on it that stripped as it was extended.
A wave of homesickness overcame me when I pulled that cup out.
Will I ever be able to give this to you, Cay?
Shaking the feeling off, I pulled the second pack open, and my heart immediately sunk. It was smaller, and from the second I saw inside I realized it would be almost useless. There was a very expensive looking suit folded neatly over the top of a bunch of items; an MP3 player, some souvenirs from Japan. I thought I could maybe use the glass from the frames on the odd bits of artwork the size of a pack of smokes. A pair of glasses were the only useful thing I found in the front pocket – for use as a fire starter if anything.
There was an abbreviated kimono that would probably fit easily on 'Nik, which made me hope their might be some clothes that would fit her as well. Looking at the suit again, I noticed the buttons were on the wrong side, and the bottom half was a skirt... so it must have been a businesswoman's bag.
I pulled out a sodden box of tampons, a few of which had been ruined because of the water. There were some barebones toiletries... Collapsible toothbrush, hair brush, some small bottles of shampoo, soap, conditioner. The small pack of makeup had been thoroughly ruined, and a bottle of perfume had broken open, soaking everything and making it stink to high heaven. I was happily surprised to find a bottle of water at the bottom. You just had to love Americans and their distrust of local water supplies. Beside that was a single energy bar.
I flipped over the pack, thinking it empty. I found the very last item – A bathing suit. Two piece, bikini – it was very skimpy, with the tag still on them.
Good lord. What's the point of even being clothed at all?
I thought as I examined the scant red fabric. Sighing and seeing no better option, I left it draped over the side of the boat for 'Nik to change into when she woke.
Resignedly, I gathered up the rest of the clothes and packs, trudging over to the tree-line to hang them. The humidity inside the makeshift shelter had already given my clothes a slightly mildewed odor, and considering they were the only clothes, I'd every intention of taking care of them. With a stroke of forethought, I remembered to gather the wet clothes we'd hurriedly stripped off the night before including our only shoes.
The beach was truly beautiful, well worn and easy on my bare feet. Even the ground in the forest was loamy and soft, with hardly so much as a branch to poke at me. The trees ranged from very tall, palm like numbers to the shorter, leafy types. It was quite easy to find an available limb to drape each piece of clothing. The sun was still low in the sky, though I'd no way of knowing if it was just after sunrise, or just before sunset. I was betting on the former, it
felt
like morning, and would mean the clothes would dry quickly.
I was reaching for a shoe when I noticed a large, dark mushroom hiding from the sun behind the nearest tree. It looked remarkably like a shitake – which happened to be my favorite mushroom. 'Nik and I had devoured a bunch of them our last night in Tokyo.
I reached down to pluck one, and immediately froze. Movement from a nearby bush had caught my eye.
The rest of my body frozen, I very slowly removed my knife from the small pocket in my shorts. I flicked it open, taking a careful step away from the bush, knife at the ready.
A fist-sized scorpion of some sort was fighting with a skinny snake the length of my forearm. I watched, after a quick double-check of my feet. Didn't want any of their family members to nip at me. Anaphylactic shock was a bitch, or so I had read.
The scorpion stung the reptile with lightning quickness. Oddly enough, the small snake bit itself on the wound. It then just as quickly bit the scorpion, absorbing a couple more stings. It bit itself on those wounds as well.
What the hell
? I wondered why the hell it kept biting itself.
A few moments later, the snake curled around the stinger of the giant insect, snapping it off, and slowly began to consume the creature. I just shook my head.
As long as that snake keeps eating those damn things and leaves us alone, we've got no problems.
