Shipwrecked - Chapter 105: Outrigger (MFf preg creampie)

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Chapter 105: Outrigger

Our days in the North weren't all that productive thanks to the heat and the decided lack of things to harvest. We did a lot of work, to be sure, the manual labor of weeding and maintaining the gardens always time-consuming, but in the end, it was mostly just to keep up and protect the crops from the temperatures and dry conditions and invading grasses. Keekah's improvements to the ditches were well-intentioned, but in practice, they weren't doing much to keep the water flow moving, and most of the time we spent there involved ensuring the system moved it evenly and fully into the fields.

Just before dawn on the morning we were scheduled to be replaced by Gale and Tok, I sat with Keekah and Kate near the lake where it overlooked the North beach. It was incredibly dark as cloud cover had taken hold in the night and stars were blocked from our view. We still had a couple of working flashlights and a few spare batteries, but we tended to save those for when they were really needed, our eyes having gotten used to moving around in the natural darkness on the island.

Still, when there was no light from stars or the moon shining down on us, it made moving around a very slow process, and that morning, we'd used a penlight to make our way to the spot.

The wind had changed direction in the night, suddenly going from sparse and light from the North to gusting and thick from the South. It cooled things down a bit and made the day look more likely to be bearable.

Keekah's mouth bobbed up and down on my cock as I reclined on a blanket, the pregnant dark-skinned girl sharing me with Kate while I relaxed and enjoyed the attention. Keekah's morning sickness had gotten better over the past few days, and she was finding herself incredibly horny.

While Keekah sucked me, Kate slid behind her and began fingering the fifteen-year old's pussy, the dark-skinned girl humming and moaning with my penis in her mouth. I could just reach Kate's crotch and started to twirl my fingers through her bush and around her hard clit. Keekah began to suck harder as her body shuddered into orgasm. Kate let go, as well, cumming on my fingers and moaning loudly into the night.

Keekah mounted me as her climax washed through her body, settling her wet, pregnant pussy down on my length. The teen started to ride me steadily, her vagina creamy and slick. Kate's hands moved to Keekah's breasts and caressed them while the girl fucked me and soon had me moaning and tingling. I closed my eyes, not that I could see much with them open anyway, and let Keekah drive the way we moved together.

I felt Kate's fingers move between our bodies where she rubbed Keekah's hard clit just above my penetration. The teen cried out, “ayy... ayy... ooohh... ohhh... oooooohhhmmmm...” I felt her vagina grow tighter and start spasming as she came again, and I knew I was about to do the same.

Kate's hand slid from Keekah's clit around her thighs and down to my balls where her fingers massaged my sweaty sack. I clenched with the contact and swelled in the fifteen-year old's body. Keekah sensed my imminent release and fucked me steadily, sliding her pussy up and down my length, soon drawing out the first squirt of ejaculate.

I came in a rush, my climax forceful and intense, my semen spewing into Keekah's pregnant vagina and overflowing it quickly, sticky, hot sperm matting in her pubic hairs and mine.

We lay panting a moment before Keekah slid over me and kissed my lips, and I felt Kate's body shift beside me as her hands moved from the teen to me and back to Keekah. It was a great way to start the day.

- - -

It grew light very slowly and it became clear that the clouds were thick and covered the entire sky. A good hour after I knew dawn should have arrived we got the first hints of the sun's light, and it only became enough to see by after another hour.

It was also apparent that the clouds were moving differently than most storms we'd seen. From the vantage point along the North part of the lake, I had a view in all directions and could see to the horizon everywhere except towards the East. The clouds were moving South to North and it was obviously a circular rotation. I grew concerned very quickly and decided that we needed to get off the ridge and back to the camp to the South before Gale and Tok could arrive. I wasn't sure where we would be safest if it was a typhoon, but I felt very exposed on the higher ridge.

Before we set off, I glanced back to the grey waters to the North. Something just below the Northwest horizon caught my eye and I paused a moment. Under the cloud cover, it was just a dark spot on water which had been whipped into lines of whitecaps. I stared a moment before Kate asked, “what is it?”

“Not sure. See that way out there?” When she nodded, I continued, “can you tell if it is moving our way?”

She stared and shrugged, “can't tell. Maybe just driftwood?”

“Maybe. Decent sized, though, for us to see it way out there. But not a big boat, that much is certain.”

The longer I watched, the more certain I was that it was heading towards the island, and the direction seemed rather deliberate given that the winds were pushing the surface water away from it's movement. Light rain started and was whipped into stinging beads by gusts of heavy wind.

“Start heading back and catch Gale and Tok. We won't want to be up in this area if this storm gets closer. Tell Keekah to hang with me a bit. We'll be back down on the beach as soon as we know what this is.”

Kate nodded and looked out one more time to the small dark spot which very slowly grew larger as it approached the island. She wandered back to the cabin and Keekah joined me moments later. The dark-skinned teen watched the Northern waters a moment before she said, “canoe.”

“What?”

“I think it canoe, Kowl. See... ummm... what is word... balancer?”

“Balancer...” I thought about what she might mean. “Oh, like... an outrigger?”

“Maybe... yes, maybe... That's what I see,” she replied.

We watched for long moments as it drew closer, the rain becoming more intense. If it was a canoe, I was very concerned that the occupants were in danger as the swells grew and started to crash farther out in the water.

It finally got close enough to see for sure that Keekah had been right. It was a canoe with an outrigger.

“Let's go down to the beach and see if we can meet them. Whoever it is seems determined to get here, and I can't blame them. This storm is very dangerous right now.”

Keekah led the way as we carefully descended to the North part of the island where broken tree cover led onto the beach there. We huddled under an overhanging boulder for some time, moving out towards the water every so often to see if the canoe had gotten close enough to see more details.

It took an hour for it to show at least one occupant, but in the dark-grey light and rain, it was difficult to see more.

Another half-hour went by before the canoe approached the beach, someone paddling urgently and fighting the powerful wind moving against the canoe's direction. A lull in the rain provided us the opportunity to move out onto the sand and attempt to meet it.

It was a dark-skinned man doing the paddling, or so it appeared as it got within a few yards of the waterline. He was intense in his task, slamming the wooden paddle through the churning water, never pausing to rest or look up to notice us standing under the shade of trees along one edge of the sand.

The canoe slid onto the sand and the man jumped out, looking weary and unsteady. He wore soaked, ragged clothing which had seen better days. I moved with Keekah out of our cover and approached him slowly.

“Hello!” I shouted against the whistling breeze.

The man heard me and froze. He stared a moment, his eyes glancing from me to Keekah and back to me. He hesitated, then before I could say anything further, pushed his canoe back into the water and started paddling away from shore.

“Keekah, call to him! He's going to die out there!”

She called out in her native language several times before the man's shouted reply came back. “He says it is not safe.”

“I know! Why is he going back out there?”

“No, I mean, he says it is not safe here with you.”

“What?”

Keekah shouted again and the man turned his canoe a bit, calling back a reply. “He says it is not safe with white man here. He will take chances in the storm.”

“That's insane!” I decried. “Stop him, Keekah. He can't possibly survive on the water in this storm.”

She yelled rapidly, and the man replied a few times before I saw him turn the canoe again and head back into shore.

“Go meet him. If he is wary about me, I'll wait here.”

Keekah rushed off to meet the canoe at the waterline. The man jumped out again and the two of them pulled the boat up the sand and tied it to a tree. She seemed to convince him to join me where I'd taken some shelter in the trees.

He approached nervously, chattering low and evenly with Keekah.

“His name is Amutoko, or Amu he say call him. He only wants to rest and wait out the storm.”

“Tell him we have shelter we can go to. Staying here is not a good idea. Let's get the canoe somewhere more secure.”

Keekah translated and the man resisted a moment before finally throwing up his hands and shaking his head. The three of us dragged the canoe deeper into the trees and did our best to secure it with the two thin ropes attached to each end. The man grabbed a couple of heavy bags, more still in the canoe. I reached to pick up a bag and he began yelling, grabbing my wrist.

Keekah spoke quickly to him and for a moment, there was a tension I couldn't understand. Finally, the man relented, releasing my wrists. Keekah and I grabbed the remaining bags and shouldered them before racing off the North beach and quickly ascending to the higher ridge.

If Keekah talked with the man at that point, I couldn't hear it. The rain and wind were gusting so hard that it drowned out most other sounds. We paused briefly at the cabin while Keekah explained that we had a larger camp on the South beach and needed to go there. I saw the man's eyes widen at the reinforced cabin, and widen further when he looked out over the gardens surrounding it.

He seemed to accept that he was in our care for the time, and followed Keekah as she moved away towards the path which led us back down to our main shelters to the South. I eyed the sky briefly before we passed into cover under the thick trees, worried that the typhoon was on its way towards us. We'd suffered rough storms before, perhaps even a typhoon or two, but this one seemed more menacing and threatening than any I could recall.

- - -

Tok met us near the rockfall. He had been on his way to the North to see what was going on, the rest of the islanders worried that we hadn't soon followed Kate back to camp. I explained the situation briefly, then Tok conversed with Amu quickly. The newcomer seemed to relax just a bit in Tok's presence, and whatever was said was not translated for my ears as Tok turned quickly and headed us towards camp.

Even in the trees, the rain and wind pounded us as we carefully picked our way back. Everything was soaked, and the footpaths we'd worn over old game trails were muddy and caused many slips and falls along the way. Only Tok seemed unaffected, the man's natural graceful movements sure and fast despite the conditions.

Gale met us near the shelters and helped us usher the newcomer into the common shelter where everyone else had gathered. Inside, Keekah and I shed our drenched traveling clothes quickly. If Amu thought anything about the naked people now surrounding him, he didn't show it, and when offered a towel, the man stripped down and dried himself without shame.

They had prepared for the storm as best they could as it approached. All the things we normally kept exposed on the sand or near the fire pit had been stashed in the storage shelter nearby, the wood supply covered by what few tarps and plastic sheets we had left. Several days of food and water were distributed in the various shelters.

I hugged and kissed Bailey whose relief at our arrival was palpable. I did the same with the others as Amu was offered a hot meal of stew which had been bubbling in a pot over the small firepit which was built into the structure near the door. He accepted without comment.

We settled around the man, and Tok began to engage him in conversation. Gale translated for those of us who did not speak the language.

“His name is Amutoko. He had been living on an island five days paddle North and West of this one.”

“Five days?!” I exclaimed. “He's been paddling for five days?”

Tok nodded to me and continued the conversation, Gale translating.

“He said he once lived on this island after escaping from slavers who had come to his home island and taken most of the people he knew. He barely got away with his wife and two children, came here and lived for several years. Oh, Kal! He's the one who built the cabin and started the gardens I found when I came here!

“His children got old enough to want to go elsewhere. They hated the isolation and left to find a new society in which to live. Amu's wife died not long after, and he decided to try to find his children. He did not, but eventually found an island he could survive on and made it his own. That's where he's been for several years.

“He says that white men came to his island a few days ago. While he hid, they went through his shelter and took some of his food and supplies. They left and headed North. He no longer felt safe there and wanted to go South and look for places to live amongst others, so he set out five days ago.”

Amu's face showed years of strain and hardship. I pegged him to be in his early-50s though it was honestly difficult to tell. His body was wiry, thin but muscular. Amu had seen more than his fair share of hard work, and it showed in his lean, cut physique.

Gale continued as Tok spoke with the man. “He did not expect anyone to be here, especially a white man.” Amu glanced at me, tossing his arm in my direction as if to show his disdain. “Tok is explaining to him how you got here, as well as how the rest of us came to be here.” Gale paused. “Kal, I think Amu has good reason to distrust white men. It seems they have played a role in upsetting his life a couple of times.”

I nodded, certainly couldn't blame Amu for his doubts about me. I hoped Tok was able to reason with him.

I didn't know what to think about having a new arrival. I hadn't looked in any of the cloth bags he had brought with him, but I doubt it contained little more than food, water, and clothing. I wondered what he might want to do now that he knew the island was inhabited. I wondered what we should offer him. I wasn't opposed to him staying, whether temporarily or permanently, but it was one more person who would need to share our resources, and we were already concerned about our crop limitations over the coming months.

Regardless, we certainly were not going to send him off in the typhoon, and I hoped that Tok made it clear that he was welcome to stay and ride it out in comfort and companionship.

Tok finished explaining our arrivals on the island and let the man talk a moment. Gale said, “he asks that he be allowed to take shelter while the storm goes on. Tok told him he was welcomed to stay during the storm, but did not extend to him more. What do you think, Kal?”

I shrugged, “let's give it a day or two. I can't see sending him away if he wants to stay. We'll have to adjust, like we have so many times before, but he seems like a man who might have a lot to offer.”

Gale nodded. “He asks after his children. Tok said none of them knew anything of the two. They are twins, it seems, should be in their late-20s now.” Amu looked unsurprised to hear that there was no news.

Amy brought bowls of stew for me and Bailey and I leaned back against the wall as Manu, Hakee, and Keekah joined Tok in a conversation with Amu. As I ate the hot meal, Bailey snuggled against me on one side, Amy on the other, Katie in Bailey's lap, sleeping soundly.

Gale spoke up, “he is impressed with how we have expanded the crops in the North. He is also impressed that white skins and brown skins have come to live together in peace. He did not believe this was possible.”

“Gale, can you ask him if the bugs came to his island?”

She translated during a lull in the conversation and replied, “he says he did not see any as we describe, no.”

I nodded. If the bugs had visited him, I'd hoped he might have found another way to survive them. We'd been very lucky with the acorns, but I feared a return of the bugs might happen too quickly for us to survive them a second time.

Gale said, “Tok is explaining what we know about what's going on in the world. God, Kal. Hearing it again... it makes me so sad. So many people are gone...”

From what we knew, the vast majority of people had died from the bugs, from warfare, and from lack of water or food. In Tahiti, I'd heard rumors that perhaps as few as a million people were left on Earth, but it was never confirmed. There were pockets of survivors in various, scattered areas, especially in the South Pacific, and though telecommunication systems still worked in places, it was difficult to know just how many humans were left.

I wondered what that meant for the bugs. I remembered hearing discussions about how the no-mores were engineered to be drawn to humans, but it seemed they had an affinity for cattle, as well. They avoided sheep and pigs, as well as dogs, cats, and most birds, including chickens. I wondered if the bugs might find their supply of humans and cattle too spare to continue to reproduce. It was a bleak scenario, and not one I cared to dwell upon too long.

Amu looked exhausted after he finished his meal. I watched as Manu led him through the small passageway which led from the communal shelter to her own.

Outside, the wind howled and the driven rain splattered heavily on the building. The structures had been built to withstand heavy storms, but I wondered where the limits might be. For the time, it felt safe to remain inside and doze with the others, but if the storm got closer and stronger circulation moved onto the island, I doubted the well-built shelters would last long before being ripped and broken.