Kal, Male, 36

	- Narrator, disaster survivor and castaway

	- 6'1, 185lbs, short dark-brown hair

Bailey, Female, 13

	- Disaster survivor and castaway

	- 4'9, 80lbs, shoulder-length light-brown sun-streaked hair

Keekah, Female, 14

	- Young teen on Isla Gale

	- 5'1, 110lbs, mocha-brown skin, waist-length mostly-straight black hair

Gale, Female, 42

	- Survivor on Isla Gale

	- 5'5, 110lbs, dark tanned skin, waist-length dark reddish-brown hair

My 20th day on the island started early. My bladder was straining or I would have slept longer. Bailey was holding me, my back to her, and her slender hand was resting on my hip. Such a wonderful sensation to wake up and feel. I crawled out of bed and crept off the boat.

I urinated in the surf and saw the first hints of daylight peaking over the horizon to the East. I roused the fire and set some water to heat, then waded into the water to clam. The water was warm, rougher than usual. It was hard to stay steady as I felt around on my hands and knees, bucket in tow. I pulled a few small clams and a couple of oysters before I thought the surf was starting to pull me back out. Feeling a little unsafe, I waded ashore and popped the shellfish into the boiling water.

I retrieved a jar of marmalade and hard, dense bread, a handful of wild onions, and a package of wheat crackers. It was going to be an unusual meal, but at that moment, it sounded like a delicious treat. I wrapped the bread in tough leaves and settled it into the edge of the coals. Clams and oysters done, I chopped them fine, shook on salt and lemon pepper, and set them aside to cut up the onions. I mixed the shellfish with a couple handfuls of crushed crackers, the onions, more salt, and a couple of small pouches of mayonnaise.

The girls and Gale came up to the fire sniffing and warming their hands. Gale smiled at me as I kissed Bailey and Keekah. “Smells good, what's for breakfast?”

I kissed her as well, and showed of my cuisine. “We're having bread and lemon marmalade along with clam and oyster dip served with my 'homemade' wheat crackers.”

Gale had a hard time explaining that combination of foods to Keekah, but I think the fourteen-year old got the gist as she looked hungrily at the food.

Bailey got us all water in cups and we sat down around the fire to enjoy our breakfast. Dawn broke over the island quickly and the day was already becoming warm. Like the rest of us, Gale hadn't put on clothes that day and I couldn't help thinking about the fun I'd had pounding her the day before, and later cumming in her mouth.

Had been conversing with Keekah, then turned to me. “I need to head back to my cabin. I want to check on the plants.”

“Gale... There is room for you here, you know, you can stay. That ok with you Bailey?”

“Sure, we can make it work.” She smiled, still sleepy despite her breakfast.

Gale hesitated. “Kal... Thank you. You too, Bailey. Yes, I'll do that. Thank you.” She smiled at Keekah, turned back to me. “I want to go get my journal and bring it here. I kept it in that old stump only because for several months, it was the only thing I was willing to get up and do. I got some exercise, had a chance to bathe, collect water. It kept me moving. All the days I've been on this island, yesterday was the most exciting, the most pleasant, and it's the only day I didn't make an entry when I was well enough to walk.”

I understood. “Sure. Do you want some company on the trip?”

“I wouldn't mind having Keekah tag along, I want to learn more about her and her family. She's not stopped talking to me except to eat, and sleep. And go down on me!” She repeated the statement to Keekah who first nodded, then smiled, then sank to her knees and spread Gale's legs. “Careful! I need to pee.” Then she remembered to say it so the girl can understand.

Keekah led her down to the sand where Gale squatted and released her bladder. Bailey sat on my lap as we watched, enjoying the two naked bodies by the shore. My cock began to rise as I saw Gale shake the last of her urine and stand. Bailey rose up and took me inside her slowly.

The thirteen-year old let out a sigh and I held her to my body, my hands around her nips. She slowly rose and fell, her breath becoming deeper, more focused. I watched Keekah drop to her knees and plant her face in Gale's bush. “Look, she's cleaning Gale.”

Bailey moaned and rode me faster and I could feel the sperm rising from my length. “Bailey, I'm going to cum inside you... ooohhh... ooh, Bailey... ohhh... I'm cumming... cumming inside you, Bailey... ohhh... ohhh...” I ejaculated slowly, almost cautiously into her tight vagina. Bailey moaned and rode me gently, my dick filling her pussy with sperm. My semen ran out around my penetration and streaked my cock and Bailey's tender, pink labia.

Keekah was squatting down and pissing, Gale looking between her legs. I reached down Bailey's stomach, stroking her flesh, letting my fingers trail down to her slit and circle her clit. Bailey moaned louder, sitting still and trembling on my penis. My cum was running down my balls and onto the sand as I twirled Bailey's nub, her little body shuddering wonderfully on top of mine.

The brown-skinned girl had finished urinating and stood, and to my surprise, Gale knelt down and took Keekah's slit into her mouth, running her tongue through the girl's bush and licking away the urine and morning discharge from her snatch. Bailey sucked in her breath, clenched, her clit throbbing against my circling fingers, and climaxed easily. “nnunnn... nunnn... nnnunnn... nunn... nunn... oooh... oohhh... nunnn... nnnn” My cock was softening inside her despite my arousal and it slipped out as she came, the rest of my sperm sliding out and dripping down.

Keekah was rocking hard on Gale's mouth, and we saw the girl climax rapidly at the water's edge. The two returned as Bailey and I kissed tenderly, big sloppy grins on their faces.

Gale laughed, “Well! That was a first for me. But how could I not? Keekah took care of me so well last night, and cleaned me up first!” The brown girl chattered and Gale translated, “She says she loves to lick away the bitter juices. In her home village, there are ceremonies where members of the community urinate on an icon of an evil spirit. Boys and girls compete to win the honor of being the one to lick each persons... uh, what's that word.. oh!... genitalia. They clean up the urine from penis and vulva alike. She had that honor two years ago.” Keekah's smile was toothsome and beautiful.

Bailey laughed and I joined her. An odd custom to be sure, but I could imagine our little brown lover being just the eager type to compete and want to win.

Gale continued, “So Keekah is going to join me. Can we use those backpacks and any other sacks you might have? I'd also like to bring back some of the beans and other things from the garden. I've got some peppers that were about ready two days ago.”

We rounded up a few things that she could take, including the two backpacks, currently filled with several jugs of water to which I added some nuts, dried fruits, and a handful of chocolate candies. We scavenged a couple of small sacks, two spare pillow cases, and a blanket that could be tied around the ends of a stick and carried if necessary.

Bailey eyed all of it and asked, “Think we should go? They might need some help with all that.”

“I really want to give that second container another go. There's got to be some way to get inside. You go, though, it won't take two of us. If I get it open, we can worry about getting it back here later. Go with Keekah and Gale.”

“Ok... But I'll miss you, ok?”

“I'll miss you, too, Kitten.”

We kissed and hugged, and Bailey grabbed the rest of the gear and followed Keekah up the tree line toward the stream. I saw them grab handfuls of yellow leaves just beyond the boat and start chewing. I knew Gale would get a pleasant surprise when Keekah performed her sniff test.

Before I headed over to the second container, I did a bit of housekeeping. I stored everything not in the cabin down below. We'd been a bit careless the day before and left out things that could be destroyed by rain. I wanted to clean up around the fire pit which had become littered with charred wood, clam shells, and other debris and was becoming a bit smelly.

I pulled the tools I thought I'd need for the container from the tool box and stored it along all the rest of the boxes and suitcases back under the deck. Before I returned to the deck, I did something I hadn't done in many years. I snorted a line of coke.

My body hummed and raced as the world was enhanced to my senses. The rest of my work came quickly and easily with the rush.

I stacked all the chairs and other items over the hatch, pushed all the fishing supplies down there as well. I moved the water jugs to the back in order to sweep up around the cabin entrance where leaves and sand had started to build up.

It took a while but it was done, and I downed a glass of juice and ate a few dried cherries and walnuts before setting out down the beach.

I reached the second metal container fairly quickly and climbed it once more. Scars from my previous attempts were scratched into the latch and frame. I had made dents in it, but to no end so far. I set to work, trying out a wedge and mallet, vice-grips, even set off the one firecracker I'd found on the tool box. It went POP and despite the smile on my face from the ridiculous attempt, it left the hatch no closer to being open.

I worked on it for an hour or two. Off and on, at least. I took breaks at the tree line, drank most of the water I'd brought with me, at the last of the package of salted pumpkin seeds. I felt drowsy and napped until midday became early afternoon.

I woke to a sound. Choppy slapping on the rough water. A motor.

A boat!

I could see a large, dark boat jumping and shooting spray as it drove toward the East end of the Island. I was frozen a moment, felt like I was dreaming. A boat! I left my tools and started to race toward our wrecked boat. The black boat stopped and I saw three figures jump out. They ran quickly to the wrecked boat and suddenly I felt very tense.

I froze. I remembered the crazy man's rant and felt hollow. Despite the only possibility of rescue we'd had in almost three weeks, something just was not right.

One man turned just right, and I saw he had an automatic weapon. I slammed myself into the trees, moving quickly back, trying to ignore the bugs which swamped my vision. I moved West, down the island, scratching and being bitten the whole way. Jesus Christ, this has to be the people looking for the gold, the drugs. The laptop. The laptop I'd destroyed trying to get it to let me in. Fuck!

I made it back to the stream and headed to the North, looking to see if I could cut off Gale and the girls if they were on their way back already. I walked 30, 40 minutes, called out softly, but heard no sound of them.

I dared to hurry back down toward the sand, hoping the men and their guns had left. I crept to the edge of the trees, looked down East. The boat was back out on the water and moving in my direction. I couldn't move for two reasons. One, I had to catch Bailey and the others before they blindly walked out onto the sand and were exposed. And, two, I was so goddamn scared that I don't know if I could have moved if I wanted it more than anything.

The boat crept to the West and got closer by the minute. It paused at the metal container that had frustrated me for weeks, the high sides of the boat well over the top. It pulled up beside and a man jumped down with a bag. He pulled out what looked like a drill and I heard a dull buzzing fire up.

Goddamnit! Not only had these assholes been snooping around my home, destroying my only resources, they were going to get into the second container before I did. Fuck!

The drill stopped and he tossed the bag back up to the the men on the boat.

When I say the next two or three seconds lasted a lifetime, that's how it feels now. I'm sure it only took two or three seconds.

I watched as the man turned the latch, stepped back, and pulled it open. He stared inside.

That was the last thing I knew for some time.

BOOOOOM