Left Behind - The Island ?/F
Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2024 7:03 pm
This was paradise on a level Rachel had not even dreamed of experiencing.
The 35 year old brunette lay on her back on her trusty pink towel dotted with jellyfish. Her 5”5 slightly curvaceous frame trying to soak in as much of the warm sun as possible. Her peach bikini and the beige bottomed, turquoise topped flip flops next to her towel the only items of clothing she brought with her from the ship. A pair of black sunglasses over her eyes, shielding them from the sun’s rays. Her long straight light brown hair acting as a cushion for her head on the soft sands below the towel.
She was lost in the moment, feeling the waves of relaxation soothe her as she could hear the constant slow crashing of waves drifting to the shore. As she felt the warm air surround her, it was hard not to fall asleep. This was everything the brochure had mentioned and more. Perhaps this was Rachel’s favourite place on earth? It was delightful.
She had booked this cruise with her two roommates, Crystal and Penelope who had gone off to do something like surfing? Rachel didn’t know for sure.
This island was so nice, Rachel was surprised this was not ordinarily part of the island hoping itinerary. This was actually a substitution island due to bad weather affecting things further on. It was uninhabited but offered such a serene and peaceful experience.
Rachel glanced at her watch, a necessity due to the no phone decision for this trip decided as a group, satisfied she still had plenty of time left before she needed to be back on the ship.
As 10 minutes passed by, followed by another 10, she was startled by the sound of the ship’s loud heavy horn sounding twice. Rachel glanced up presuming the ship was just doing some routine maintenance but was shocked and panicked by what she saw. The ship. It was leaving.
“Shit.” She said aloud to herself as her heart raced. She checked her watch again.
“You stupid piece of shit!” She shouted in frustration as she tapped the face of the watch repeatedly. It had stopped on the same time she last saw. She had no idea what time it currently was.
“ shit shit shit. No. No.No.” She muttered repeatedly, trying to clamber everything into her large black beach bag.
“WAIT! WAIT!!” She shouted after the ship which was gathering pace now in the distance. Instinctively she began to chase after it, running with effort over the soft slippery sands underneath. She didn’t even have her flip flops on but perhaps that was wise. Perhaps if she could get somewhere visible they would see her and turn back?
As she reached the furthest part out from the island and stepped out into the sea she jumped and shouted, waving her arms around. However nobody on the ship had noticed her. The ship was not turning back. All she could do was watch on as the ship sailed further and further away. She had been left behind.
She turned around slowly to assess her situation. Suddenly this island did not seem so perfect. It was eerily quiet. It all seemed so hopeless.
She slowly stepped out of the sea and back onto the sandy shore. She was unsure just what to do now. Her supplies were limited. She was not prepared for this.
Then she saw it. A beacon of hope in the distance in the form of a thick column of grey smoke. A campfire perhaps? She had no other option but to investigate. The only issue was that it was behind a curtain of jungle foliage she could not tell how far it stretched.
With hope she began to make her way towards the foliage, trying to find a walkable path to perhaps some help. If they could not help her off this island they might be able to share some supplies at the very least.
The 35 year old brunette lay on her back on her trusty pink towel dotted with jellyfish. Her 5”5 slightly curvaceous frame trying to soak in as much of the warm sun as possible. Her peach bikini and the beige bottomed, turquoise topped flip flops next to her towel the only items of clothing she brought with her from the ship. A pair of black sunglasses over her eyes, shielding them from the sun’s rays. Her long straight light brown hair acting as a cushion for her head on the soft sands below the towel.
She was lost in the moment, feeling the waves of relaxation soothe her as she could hear the constant slow crashing of waves drifting to the shore. As she felt the warm air surround her, it was hard not to fall asleep. This was everything the brochure had mentioned and more. Perhaps this was Rachel’s favourite place on earth? It was delightful.
She had booked this cruise with her two roommates, Crystal and Penelope who had gone off to do something like surfing? Rachel didn’t know for sure.
This island was so nice, Rachel was surprised this was not ordinarily part of the island hoping itinerary. This was actually a substitution island due to bad weather affecting things further on. It was uninhabited but offered such a serene and peaceful experience.
Rachel glanced at her watch, a necessity due to the no phone decision for this trip decided as a group, satisfied she still had plenty of time left before she needed to be back on the ship.
As 10 minutes passed by, followed by another 10, she was startled by the sound of the ship’s loud heavy horn sounding twice. Rachel glanced up presuming the ship was just doing some routine maintenance but was shocked and panicked by what she saw. The ship. It was leaving.
“Shit.” She said aloud to herself as her heart raced. She checked her watch again.
“You stupid piece of shit!” She shouted in frustration as she tapped the face of the watch repeatedly. It had stopped on the same time she last saw. She had no idea what time it currently was.
“ shit shit shit. No. No.No.” She muttered repeatedly, trying to clamber everything into her large black beach bag.
“WAIT! WAIT!!” She shouted after the ship which was gathering pace now in the distance. Instinctively she began to chase after it, running with effort over the soft slippery sands underneath. She didn’t even have her flip flops on but perhaps that was wise. Perhaps if she could get somewhere visible they would see her and turn back?
As she reached the furthest part out from the island and stepped out into the sea she jumped and shouted, waving her arms around. However nobody on the ship had noticed her. The ship was not turning back. All she could do was watch on as the ship sailed further and further away. She had been left behind.
She turned around slowly to assess her situation. Suddenly this island did not seem so perfect. It was eerily quiet. It all seemed so hopeless.
She slowly stepped out of the sea and back onto the sandy shore. She was unsure just what to do now. Her supplies were limited. She was not prepared for this.
Then she saw it. A beacon of hope in the distance in the form of a thick column of grey smoke. A campfire perhaps? She had no other option but to investigate. The only issue was that it was behind a curtain of jungle foliage she could not tell how far it stretched.
With hope she began to make her way towards the foliage, trying to find a walkable path to perhaps some help. If they could not help her off this island they might be able to share some supplies at the very least.