Kal, Male, 38

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- Husband of Kate, Bailey, Keekah, and Amy, father of Katie

	- 6'1, 190lbs, straight, shoulder-length dark-brown hair

Kate, Female, 37

	- Wife of Kal and Amy

	- 5'8, 150lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length curly red hair

Nina, Female, 26

	- Lover of Kate, Kal, and Hakee

	- 5'4, 120lbs, light-brown tanned skin, straight shoulder-length brown hair

Bailey, Female, 14

	- Wife of Kal, mother of Katie

	- 5'5, 130lbs, golden-brown tanned skin, shoulder-length light yellow-brown sun-streaked hair

Keekah, Female, 16

	- Wife of Kal, pregnant, daughter of Manu, sister of Hakee and Mie, cousin of Poln

	- 5'6, 140lbs, mocha-brown skin, waist-length mostly-straight black hair

Gale, Female, 43

	- Wife of Tok

	- 5'5, 130lbs, dark tanned skin, waist-length dark reddish-brown hair

Manu, Female, 33

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, mother of Keekah, Hakee, and Mie, aunt of Poln

	- 5'5, 150lbs, mocha-brown skin, butt-length straight black hair

Hakee, Female, 18
 
	- Survivor from Hahonoko, daughter of Manu, sister of Keekah and Mie, cousin of Poln

	- 5'9, 145lbs, mocha-brown skin, butt-length straight black hair

Mie, Female, 12

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, daughter of Manu, sister of Keekah and Hakee, cousin of Poln

	- 4'10, 100lbs, mocha-brown skin, shoulder-length wavy black hair

Poln, Male, 11

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, nephew of Manu, cousin of Keekah, Hakee, and Mie

	- 4'10, 115lbs, mocha-brown skin, short, wavy dark-brown hair

Tok, Male, 35

	- Survivor from Hahonoko, husband of Gale

	- 6'3, 205lbs, brown skin, shoulder-length wavy dark-brown hair

Amy, Female, 16

	- Wife of Kal and Kate, pregnant

	- 5'6, 130lbs, pale skin, shoulder-length straight black hair

Katie, Female, 23 1/2 weeks

	- Daughter of Kal and Bailey, first baby born on island

	- Infant, beige skin, sandy red hair

Amu (Amutoko), Male, 52

	- Newcomer to the island, widowed hermit

	- 5'6, 150lbs, medium-brown skin, tight-curly black hair

Kylana, Female, 15

	- Uhonamonan visiting the island, sister of Hunamu, Tika, and Tila

	- 5'8, 140lbs, dark-brown skin, long dark-brown hair in braids

Hunamu, Male, 14

	- Uhonamonan visiting the island, brother of Kylana, Tika, and Tila

	- 5'10, 150lbs, dark-brown skin, cropped curly black hair

Tika, Female, 13

	- Uhonamonan visiting the island, twin sister of Tila, sister of Kylana and Humanu

	- 5'3, 125lbs, dark-brown skin, wavy dark-brown back-length hair

Tila, Female, 13

	- Uhonamonan visiting the island, twin sister of Tika, sister of Kylana and Humanu

	- 5'3, 125lbs, dark-brown skin, wavy dark-brown back-length hair

Popko, Male, 20

	- Uhonomonan native

	- 5'10, 165lbs, dark-brown skin, short curly black hair

Even as we began to accept that Gale and Tok might be away from us for longer than anticipated, we all began to look forward to seeing them in a few days. It had been about six weeks since I'd left Uhonamona after the raid and said my goodbyes to them. Even if they only stayed a night or two, it would be good to visit with them once more.

The morning of June 30, 2015 was warmer than many we'd had lately. It came in fast with a very light breeze from the North, a scattering of cottony clouds to our South and East. After a quick breakfast of a sweetened rice and powdered milk pudding dotted with a few dried fruits, I set out with Kylana to check the traps.

We'd worked out a system that permitted us to trap year round while allowing the populations of hare and pigs to maintain enough numbers during the winter to thrive each spring and yield good catches through the warmer months. It was currently the start of the Southern Hemisphere winter, and we had only a handful of traps then operating, all of them along the upper part of the stream.

Through trial and error, mostly thanks to Keekah's knack and knowledge, we'd found the most fruitful areas to trap were the accesses to the stream which ran down from the upper-level lake. The place where it emerged from below ground on the mid-level to the East was the furthest point of our trapping network. We'd divided the stream into three broad sections: the mid-level, the lower-level where it meandered along the shorter cliff, and the engineered section which led directly to camp. We only trapped in one section at a time, regardless of abundance. This allowed the populations to always have some unfettered access to water on the lower levels. What we didn't want to happen was for the hares and pigs to move to the upper lake-area where it would be much more trouble to trap them and haul them back to camp easily.

Kylana had yet to learn the trap system. Like every other skill we possessed, including first aid, fishing, roofing, darning, drying fish, and cooking, each person on the island was cross-trained to understand the basics of trapping. Keekah was our expert, but many of us had gotten good at understanding how to read animal prints, when to move the traps, and where to place them. We knew the importance of never having expertise held in one mind, and it was Kylana's turn to take up learning the traps. Keekah had expected to lead the teen that morning, but my young pregnant wife had felt nauseous and I offered to go in her place.

It was also a good excuse for me to practice my skills in speaking Uhonamonan. During the brief radio conversation with Gale, it struck me how little I could converse in the language of Kylana and her siblings, or even in the native Hahonokoan spoken by Keekah and the others. It had been very fortunate that each group had taken up learning English, certainly an expedient for everyone's benefit, but occasionally, snippets of the natives' languages could be heard on the island, and I admit I felt a bit left out.

Language had never been my forte. Aside from a smattering of Spanish I picked up during a summer spent in Mexico City visiting my aunt and uncle when I was fourteen, I'd never had a knack for learning anything more foreign than English slang. Amy and Bailey had largely become able to converse in Hahonokoan over their time on the island (though they rarely did so since everyone generally spoke good English), I had never put forth much effort, and I'd never picked it up as easily as they seemed to do.

Kylana and I strolled slowly along the engineered section of the stream, chewing leaves and carefully exchanging small phrases and individual words as we went. She giggled often at my pronunciation, and I admit that I generally forgot each word or phrase not long after she explained them to me. Still, it was a good exercise, and perhaps I picked up a touch more Uhonamonan than I'd had going into the woods.

The teen's English had gotten quiet good, but sometimes, she resorted to a sort of clipped phrasing similar to that used by Keekah. Either way, it was an order of magnitude better than my grasp of her language. She walked just ahead of me, stepping lightly over foliage and small branches near the stream, her jacket pulled tight around her body as the wind picked up and blew chilly through the trees.

“Owwww,” she hissed, holding her ankle off the ground. “Sharp... hole in shoe,” Kylana called back over her shoulder, “see?” She stopped and turned, holding her leg up so that I could take a closer look. The bottom of her shoe showed a decent-sized gash near the heel where something had penetrated it.

We were still a short distance from where the engineered section of the stream turned back into the natural flowing section and moved back to the East. “Take a seat, I might be able to patch it up,” I told her, then tried my best to convey the same sentiments in Uhonamonan, with little success.

Kylana eased down onto a fallen tree branch while I turned back towards the stream. Whatever she'd stepped on, I wanted to clear it away so that it wouldn't get hit again. I kicked the fallen leaves and debris with my foot until I swept across something sticking up from the ground. I knelt down and cleared the area further with my hands.

The tip of sharp metal protruded a few inches up from the rich dirt. It looked like part of a knife, sticking out at a sharp angle from the ground. I started to dig away the dirt and found that the rusty blade was longer than expected. I cleared more and found that it went deeper still. Over a foot in, I finally found the end of the blade. An assymetrical guard followed, along with a handle. I pulled it from the ground.

The rusty metal had once been a shiny bayonet. One end of the guard held an eye which would have slipped over the barrel of a rifle for stability. I turned it over a few times, wondering what story it might tell, how it had managed to end up on Phoenix.

Kylana sat watching me. I showed it to her and spotted an unusual shape not far from where I'd retrieved the bayonet. I knelt down a few feet away and picked up a human skull.

For a moment, I just stared at it, unable to fully comprehend what I had in my hands. Kylana let out a small shriek and pressed her body away a foot or two instinctively.

I had to wonder if this might have been the soldier to which the bayonet had belonged. I sat the skull aside and used my feet to clear away debris. I saw more bones near where the skull had lain. I reached into my pack and pulled out the small digging tool I'd brought with me. Rooting around in the dirt, I turned up piece of metal which might have once been part of a rifle, as well as more bones.

I remembered having read stories about a handful of Japanese soldiers in World War II who had held out long after the end of the war in 1945. A few even resisted, isolated, into the 1970s. I wondered what this soldier had been doing on this relatively tiny island. Was he alone? Had he, too, remained at war long after his country had settled into peace? His secrets were likely to remain his own.

I conveyed what I could to Kylana, mostly in English, though I tried to mix in some Uhonamonan where I could. I dug around a bit more and pulled out a small metal case, probably once holding cigarettes. More digging turned up a tarpaulin and a small sac. The leather bag had nearly degraded to the point of non-existence, but it still clung desperately onto a few contents.

There was a small pocket knife, a flint and striker, one small metal bowl, and a photograph. The edges of the picture had been chewed away by time, but the subject was still clear and haunting. The face of a young woman, perhaps the soldier's wife, and that of a young man, perhaps the soldier, stared back at me. I wondered what had become of her. She'd likely never learned what became of her husband, how he'd died, likely alone, on a tiny island far away from home, and far away from where the battles were being fought.

I sat on the fallen tree and showed Kylana what I'd found, explaining that the woman might have been the soldier's wife. She spent long moments looking at the photo, then pushed it aside and leaned into me, pushing her head against my chest. The teen started to cry. I shushed her and said, “it's ok. This happened long ago.”

“Yes...” she replied, sobbing quietly, “sad... she sad for him...”

I let her cry against me a while. It was an unexpected moment. I stroked Kylana's hair and swept the loose strands from her face with my fingers, drawing it over her shoulder and holding her against me. She finally looked up at me and kissed my cheek, a small smile on her face as her red eyes looked a touch swollen. “Ok,” she said, “I ok. S—sorry.”

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight, the teen returning my embrace. “Nothing to be sorry about,” I replied, “it's an emotional moment.” I could hear the sounds of rain hitting the tops of the trees over our heads, the water not yet making its way down to the forest floor. “We should hurry, rain. Shoe?” I said in Uhonamonan. Or, at least that's what I tried to say. Either way, Kylana smiled and nodded and pulled off her shoe.

I reached into my pack and pulled out a small tube of adhesive. It came in handy when fixing all sorts of things, and we used it at times on our traps to make them stronger. I sliced a small piece of rubber from the edge of the shoe's sole, and pressed the sliver into the gash, using the adhesive to seal it in place. Moments later, Kylana's shoe was back on her foot and we made our way upstream towards the traps.

- - -

The traps yielded just one medium-sized hare, and it was cleaned and in the stew pot not long after we arrived back at camp. Kylana had brightened after we left the site of the skeleton, continuing our back and forth, trying to help me learn her language. In camp, we huddled with the others in the common room while dinner simmered in the large pot over the fire pit outside. The rain had continued to trickle down, but it was light, and compared to the air temperature before the front pushed through, fairly warm. Misty fog rose all over the island in the last hour before the early Winter darkness, giving the scene a haunting quality that was both mystical and claustrophobic.

I bathed quickly, then took Katie for a while after dinner, holding my daughter against my chest and closing my eyes a moment. I must have drifted off because when I opened them again, Katie was gone and I was alone in the common room. Stretching, I rose to my feet and went down the corridor to my shelter. Bailey, Keekah, Amy, and Kate were cuddling, asleep, on our bed, Katie snoozing in her crib nearby. I smiled at the lovely scene, leaning against the frame of the hut, taking in the innocent moment.

I heard movement behind me and turned to see the siblings coming into the common room. I smiled at them and they each returned the gesture. Popko followed, and soon he and Hunamu were cuddling together under a blanket. Tila and Tika did the same nearby. Kylana stood a moment, glancing at me. I got the sense she wished to speak with me. So as not to disturb the others, I motioned her to join me outside.

I stepped through the doorway and found the temperature moderate and humid. The rain had stopped, but the saturated air still dripped with moisture. Kylana followed me out into the dark fog, taking my hand and squeezing it tight.

“You doing alright?” I asked her as we strolled slowly down the sand.

“Yes,” she replied, “I yes.” Kylana started speaking in Uhonamonan, and I had to ask her to slow down so that I could try to understand. I couldn't completely translate each thought, but I got the gist. She was still sad from what we'd found and it had made her come to a decision about something important. When I asked what she meant, she stopped me, looking away shyly, then glancing back at my face with a look which needed no translation.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. She sighed as her mouth opened. Her touch was delicate on mine, her movements slight and unsure. I wrapped my arms around her and she sank into me, her small breasts pressing through her clothing and against my chest. There was a sweetness to her taste, her tongue hesitant but curious, and I could smell a faint hint of the florally soap she'd used to wash up after our journey inland. I grew very hard and my penis pushed out my pants to press against the fifteen-year old's stomach.

Kylana moaned lightly as we kissed, her fingers tentatively touching my neck and shoulders as I caressed her back and moved my hands to her waist. I pulled back and took her hand, her eyes watching mine, and led us into the the shelter where Hakee and Nina called home, the two young women staying in the North for a couple of more days.

Inside, we kissed again and I asked her softly, “do you want this?”

Kylana nodded and breathed deeply, shivered, then said, “Yes...”

I pulled her jacket and shirt from her body, her young, small breasts jiggled lightly as her arms returned to her sides. I'd seen Kylana's beautiful tits many times, the small curves pointed slightly apart and upturned, lovely dark-brown nipples covering the tips. The fifteen-year old's body was covered in goosebumps.

We kissed again after I removed my clothing, standing naked before her as she shed her loose pants. I smelled her genitals in the still air, the pungent, sweet aroma filling me with a longing. I led her to the mattress and gently pushed her to her back. Her legs spread naturally on their own. I slid down between Kylana's thighs and inhaled against her furry sex.

A deep breath brought her unique, rich scents into me and I shuddered in anticipation. Although Kylana and I had shared some sexual play in the previous weeks, it had never led to me being so close to her most private flesh. My tongue darted out and ran along her slit, causing the fifteen-year old to breathe in sharply. I traced the outline of her labia majora, then parted her lips to taste her slippery folds.

Tangy slickness met my probing tongue. I lapped into Kylana's vagina, tasting her personal juices, swallowing them and longing for more. I ran my hands up to her chest and caressed her small mounds, twirling my tongue around her clit while I massaged the teen's areolae and nipples. Kylana began to writhe beneath me.

It seemed to take no time and an eternity before she began to orgasm. The teen's thighs clenched and opened wide, her back coming up off the mattress, meeting my lips and tongue with each movement. I'd seen her climax a few times before, but never had I seen the girl receive pleasure from another.

“Uhhhhhh... mmmmmmmm... ooooooooohhh...” Kylana moaned into the night air. Her body tensed as she came, thicker, creamier juices pushing down over my chin. I used my tongue to collect the treasured fluids and savored the pungent slickness from the teen's vagina.

I rose over Kylana and kissed her, sharing her juices, my penis pressing against her furry mound. Her knees drew back against her body, her legs wide. She was ready to be penetrated for the first time.

The tip of my dick nestled between her wet, parted labia. I could feel the heat from her sensitive folds tempting me to sink in. I slowly pushed forward, finding the teen tight and unyielding at first. She groaned as I tried again, her arms wrapping around my neck, the girl holding on tightly.

I pushed forward again, finding purchase, slipping a couple of inches inside and bringing a soft cry to the girl's lips. Pulling back a bit, I repositioned slightly and moved against her, this time sinking most of my length into her virgin hole. I held fast, kissing her as she panted, nuzzling Kylana's neck while she got used to feeling my penis inside her body.

Her cunt was tight and slippery, and it took effort to avoid cumming quickly. I lost myself in the moment, letting the girl's body tell me how to move. She'd been tense when I penetrated her, but as we coupled together, slowly rolling our bodies together, Kylana began to relax and enjoy our movements. She sighed into my ear, “ooohhh...” and I kissed her cheek, then nibbled on her earlobe. I felt her hands move over my back to caress my flesh. Her arms drew me tightly down on her as she seemed to want us to be as close as possible, my penis slowly moving in and out of her tight opening.

I rose up on my elbows after a moment and looked into her eyes. She stared back at me, mouth hanging open. I kissed her again and knew I was about to explode. “I'm gonna cum, Kylana...” I whispered. Her eyes opened slightly. I don't know if she understood me, but her body seemed to open itself even further, her vagina clenching with each short thrust, willing me to spew my seed into her fertile young cunt.

Semen rushed out of my penis and into the fifteen-year old's pussy. I cried out as I filled her, dropping down to kiss her with my third or forth pulse of seed. I felt the sticky sperm squishing out around my penetration as I slowed my strokes and held fast against the teen. Long after my orgasm faded, I kissed her lips and she held me tight against her body, her nipples still hard and pressing into my chest.

Slowly, I softened inside Kylana, eventually slipping out. Globs of my semen flushed from her vagina and ran down over her anus, some of the white fluid sticking in her black pubes. I rolled to my side, my penis pressed against her hip, kissing her again as she stayed on her back, legs splayed and relaxed, finally closing as she turned onto her side to face me. I could see the excited joy in her expression.

Kylana smiled, no longer looking the part of a shy fifteen-year old. She cupped the back of my head and drew in for another kiss, then whispered, “this I like. Thank you, Kal.”

I did my best to answer her in Uhonamonan, saying, “yes, this is wonderful. You are wonderful, Kylana.”

Much later, after she had drifted off to sleep, I considered waking her and sending us back to our normal sleeping quarters, her in the common room with her brother and sisters and Popko, me back to my wives and daughter, but it felt right to hold Kylana, to be held by her, after her first time, her first penetration. She made soft, sweet noises in her sleep that kept me close and for long moments, I just enjoyed the heat of her body and the softness of her dark-brown skin. Morning would come soon enough, so I closed my eyes and let the teen's first time include the kind warmth of embrace throughout the night.