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 yellow-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

Pain shot through my head as I tried to open my eyes. I stopped trying and felt like I'd been hit by a truck. Pain radiated everywhere. Every piece of skin was at odds with every other.

“Kal...?” A soft voice called out. “Are you awake?”

Bailey.

“B...” I almost got it out.

Arms wrapped around my neck gently, triggering all sorts of new pains. I tried to cry out but I couldn't. I just let the waves of burning and scratching take over and I lost awareness once more.

- - -

Bailey's eyes are red. Why are Bailey's eyes red? Has she been crying? “...” I couldn't speak. I tried to say her name but sandpaper stuck to molassas as my tongue felt swollen and thick, my throat tight and desperate, a bitter powder coated inside.

I was in the boat cabin. Wait, wasn't I just doing something? Something... I lost all threads and slipped away again.

- - -

“He's doing better, you'll see. Don't cry, Sweetie, he's going to pull out of it soon. He's strong... be strong... Kal... that you... Bailey...”

- - -

The next thing I remember was that I didn't feel like I was on fire. Odd thought to come around to, but that's what I recall. I was able to think about opening my eyes before actually doing it, though my head pounded and I felt sore and dry. I flickered my lids up and saw dim light through the cabin door.

I don't know how long it took, but I next recall catching myself at the doorframe. My leg gave out and I sank down. Pain was dull and everywhere in my body. I looked at my arms, saw angry scratches, red welts, dark purple bruises. The same for my legs. I tried to call out, was only able to crackle and sputter. There was a cup of water just inside the door, and I drank it in one gulp. My stomach rebelled and I nearly vomited, sat woozy and unable to do more for several moments.

I managed to gain my feet, holding myself carefully at the door, could smell a fire burning. Slowly, slowly, I made my way to the edge of the deck, saw Keekah and Gale sitting around it eating. “B... Ba... Bailey... Where's... B-Bailey...?!”

Gale saw me, her eyes wide, and she and the fourteen-year old ran to the boat and climbed up on deck, taking my arms gingerly. Gale shushed me, “She's here, bringing back water from the stream. Sit, Kal! You need to rest, you haven't been well...”

I sat, really couldn't do much more. “W... What... happened?”

Gale filled me in on what she knew. They had been on their way back from the North side of the island, bags of beans and peppers and Gale's journal in tow. They heard a tremendous blast that was followed seconds later by a sharp burst of air that sent leaves raining down from the trees. They started running from the high ridge and got down to the stream as fast as possible.

They found me first, close to the stream near where it runs out over the sand, shattered and twisted trees all around the area. I was unconscious, crumpled on my side, covered in small scratches and bug bites and splintered wood. I had several cuts, was bleeding openly from some. They saw I still breathed, tried to rouse me, but I was unresponsive. While Bailey started washing the cuts with water from the stream, Keekah and Gale poked out onto the sand.

What they found was astonishing. Where the second container had rested, there was a large crater that the surf had yet to wash away. It was charred, bits of metal and plastic everywhere, a huge debris field nearby. Just off the shore there was part of a boat hull. Just part. Half of a black boat had been blown away, leaving a gaping hull that had sunk and settled in a few feet of water, railing and deck still above the waves.

There was blood on the deck when Keekah climbed up, and she found a body that had caught in the far rail. The man's body was mangled and broken, arm missing, neck broken, legs twisted and shattered.

Gale found a booted foot on the sand nearby, saw spots of blood randomly splattered and soaking into the sand. Bits of flesh, of clothing, even a couple of fingers were in the vicinity.

It seems that what was in the container was an unexploded bomb from the cruise ship. If I'd have actually been able to open it myself, if Bailey had been nearby...

“Kal! Oh, Kal!”

Bailey leapt onto the deck and carefully hugged my neck, kissed my cheek, started crying. She sobbed as Gale rubbed her naked back and I did my best to hold her shoulders. I still hurt terribly but I thought of nothing more than holding the girl to me. “Shhh...” I managed. “It's ok, Kitten... It's... It's ok...”

Gale continued to recount what they'd done. When it became obvious that no one but me seemed to have survived the explosion, they were stuck with how to get me back to the boat. I was too heavy and injured to carry easily, so Keekah had the idea to make a draggable platform out of a piece of the container that had blown into the trees and lodged in a large trunk. They managed to dislodge it and get it under my body.

It took a couple of hours to slowly drag me back to the boat. They tended my wounds as best they could from the supplies on the boat, crushing up anti-histamines and painkillers with water and slowly dripping the bitter slurry down my throat, washing my cuts and cleaning dirt from my bug bites.

Gale described the difficulty they'd had in getting me onto the deck. Keekah had a brilliant idea and made a poor-man's pulley mechanism that they slowly pulled and tied off, eventually getting me close enough to grab and slide over the edge.

They'd put fresh sheets on the bed and laid me out. I didn't wake at all for a couple of days, and they were able to only get a few handfuls of water into me. Gale still looked at me with deep concern and I knew she was leaving out that she hadn't thought I'd survive.

Bailey had been devastated and cried until she had no more tears left. She sat by my side for two days before Gale forced her to take a break and put her mind to survival. Bailey clammed and fished and filled the water jugs. “You came around briefly a time or two, but you've been out of it for about four days now.”

Four days. It felt like... minutes? Years? I had no way of putting it into a realistic context. I had snippets of time that I remembered. Bailey's red eyes. Hearing Gale's voice. Not much else. I managed to ask, “Is everyone... else ok?”

“Yes, yes,” Gale assured me. “We were all pretty upset to find you so hurt, especially Bailey, but we're all fine. We were pretty far away when the blast happened. You, though... you were far too close. Kal... what in the world would cause that container to explode?”

“A bomb... a... bomb.” I flashed back to the cruise ship. “There were... at least... two... that went off... on the ship... the one Bailey... and I were on... that I know of... This one... didn't go... off it seems.”

Keekah smiled at me, mixed water and juice mix and held it for me as I sipped, Bailey's head still pressed against my chest, the thirteen-year old sobbing slowly.

Gale considered my answer. “Did you see the boat? The one that we found ripped apart near where the container had been?”

“Y-yes... It... it pulled up down... here... men... with guns... I hid in the trees, watched... as they... tried to open the... container... they succeeded...”

“Why were they here? Do you think they were looking for this boat? The people on it?”

I nodded carefully. “Yes... They were looking for this boat... the people on it... what they had.” I opened up and told Gale the details of that night. I told her about the man's crazed rant, how Keekah had killed him to save us, and I described to her the rest of the things we'd found down below. The gold. The drugs. The laptop. When I finished telling her about my thoughts on what the men were looking for, she stared off into the darkening horizon to the South.

“They tracked the boat here... how?”

“My... guess is a beacon... a GPS beacon still... on the boat. We need to find it... Gale, we need... to destroy it... They won't be the last... ones looking, I fear...”

She nodded. “Ok... do... do you know what to look for?”

I didn't. Not exactly. I knew there were handheld GPS beacons, sometimes mounted near steerage or somewhere easily seen, but I hadn't noticed anything similar. “Dunno. I'll... look in a bit... feel like I need to rest a while...”

“You don't need to do anything but rest, ok?” Gale wrapped her arm around Keekah. “We'll take care of you until you are better. Tell us where to look and what to look for and we'll find it.”

“Wish... I knew... The electronics are probably mostly there,” I pointed to the steerage. “But what... to look for... dunno...”

My bladder felt uncomfortable and I tried to stand. “Gotta... piss...” Bailey and Gale held my arms as I moved closer to the side of the boat. There was no way I was going to be able to climb down. “From here... I guess...”

My cock was limp and I let my flow start. At first, just a few drops fell out and splashed onto the deck rather than the sand. Bailey took my flaccid penis and pointed it out over the edge. I released again, a slow stream starting and just making it off the boat. I pissed slowly for a moment before it dripped and stopped. Keekah leaned down, Bailey's hand still holding my length. The brown-girl took my penis in her mouth and cleaned me a moment before standing and helping me back to the cabin.

- - -

I was able to eat lightly the next morning. Bailey made me oatmeal with sugar and salt and insisted on spoon-feeding me. I drank as much water as I could stomach, and ate only a few bites before my guts were tightening and painful. Despite my soreness and my inability to walk more than a few steps, I was doing better. My headache subsided, I was able to actually think again.

Gale and the girls had ensured that our water supplies were kept full. They had had to clear chunks of wood and debris from the stream to let it flow solidly as before. Gale told me that the boat cabin had been torn apart when they first showed up, but it appeared the hatch had remained unnoticed. I'd covered it earlier that day with fishing supplies and chairs and jugs of water, and hadn't moved them back before I left the boat.

Gale rolled me a joint and toked it to life while I sat on the bed. I was able to take a small puff before I started coughing, but it felt great and left me sleepy again. I napped a while and took to the deck later that afternoon. I felt a small bit better, relit the joint and toked it slowly while Gale and the girls fished and clammed.

I still couldn't get down from the deck, so when the food was ready, Bailey brought me a small plate and again wanted to feed me with her fingers. I loved that she cared about me so strongly. I hated being in need of help, but I gotta admit it was amazing to have someone so in love with me that she put forth the effort to see that I got the attention I needed to get better.

It was at this point that I started taking notes that would become my narrative here. I had remembered Gale's comments about writing every day in her journal as a way to get by. I wanted to record what had happened to me and Bailey so that I never forgot what we'd been through, never wanted to lose the intense and unusual things we had experienced. My memories were pretty fuzzy then, and I've had to go back and update what I wrote that day several times as recollections became clearer.

Bailey and I kissed deeply later that evening for the first time in days. I shuddered as I held her, the girl's wet mouth so warm and wonderful against mine. I felt my dick stir and realized I hadn't orgasmed in several days.

I was throbbing as Bailey took my cock in her hand. She looked at me, “Can I take you in my mouth?”

I was probably in no shape for it, but my penis disagreed. “Gently... I'd love to feel... you take me inside you...”

Bailey slid down and I laid back, her lips soon sliding carefully over my cock. Gale had her fingers in her own hairy snatch while Keekah watched us next to her. Gale shifted her other hand to slide between Keekah's legs, and was quickly settling her face between the fourteen-year old's thighs, lapping against her dark vulva.

Bailey's head moved softly up and down, no urgency, no pressure, just a gentle movement along my length. She looked at me as she sucked lightly, ensuring that I was in no pain. The pot and the painkillers had gone a long way toward helping that, and her lips moving on my penis had finished the job.

Keekah cried out and climaxed around Gale's head, her legs rising and her hips moving back and forth. Gale moaned into her crotch, tasting the girl's juices and making her shudder. Bailey's lips were feathers along my shaft, my balls tightening up and a slow burn moving through my body.

I felt my stomach tense, had a jab of pain, felt Bailey's tongue settle under the head of my dick. I moaned, “oooh... ahhhh... oooohmmm... oh, Bailey... oh... oh... cumming... cumming in your mouth... ohhh... oohhhhhhh... oooooohhh... oooohhmmm...” My ejaculation was a deep and bubbling spring. I spewed into the thirteen-year old's mouth, sperm running from her lips as she held me inside. My cum didn't exactly spurt as much as flow out. I moaned over and over as my body released days worth of semen into Bailey's mouth.

She swallowed as my orgasm weakened, swallowed again the remaining cum, looked up at me and smiled sweetly. I pulled her to me for a kiss and tasted my semen on her lips and tongue. Gale climaxed behind us as Keekah lapped at her hairy snatch, the woman's cries powerful and intense. I looked at Bailey, “Can I make you cum?”

She considered a moment, answered, “No... I wanted you to have one. I'll wait till you are better. I want you to give me the next one I have, I want you to feel good when you do.”

“Ok, Kitten, ok... thank you... I love you forever, Bailey.”

“Love you too, Kal... I... I was so worried... You didn't... You weren't...”

“Shhhhh... I know, I know. Sorry... that I scared you... I'm... I'm just glad that... I never got... the container open... myself. We'd have... been killed...”

The girls put me to bed and Keekah went back outside, leaving Bailey and I curled up on the bed. She told me, “Keekah and Gale slept out on the sand since we brought you back here. You needed a lot of room... I stayed with you though, every minute I could... I stayed... Couldn't let you be alone...”

I kissed her forehead, stroked her beautiful hair, noticed how light her brown had become. It was almost the color of wet yellow hay, so different from the rich brown she'd had when she washed up on the island. She laid her head on my chest and sighed, her body warm and soft against mine. She lightly stroked the hair on my chest, whispered, “I love you Kal. Thank you... for everything...”

I trailed my hand down her back and side, “You're welcome, and thank you for everything. I... couldn't have gotten through... all this without... you, Bailey. I love you.” My weariness got the better of me and my dreams were soon peppered with soft thoughts of Bailey and her beautiful brown eyes.