Shipwrecked - Chapter 42: Confidence (Mf creampie)

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Chapter 42: Confidence

It was Bailey that shook me awake and caught my eye, whispered, “I think the storm is easing up.”

I nodded, my head felt thick. I carefully laid Amy back against the wall and off my shoulder, her light snores interrupted only a moment as Bailey and I made our way to the deck. Topside, the rain still came down, but lightly. The wind had eased, and the waves were far less choppy than they had been. It was dark, cloudy, and chilly. I tried to spot the island and could not. I assumed the direction based on where the anchor chain pointed, barely seen a couple of feet off the deck, and I hoped that the water was still running North-to-South.

“What do you think will happen now?” Bailey asked me in a quiet voice.

“We wait till morning. I'll see if I can get back to the motor and have Tok tell me what to try. Hopefully we can get it going and get back to camp.”

“And if we can't?”

I said nothing, looking out into the blackness. “Then we figure out how to be thankful for the time we've had together.”

I didn't mean to sound so dour, pessimistic, but I feared the worst, and I was long past the point of trying to protect Bailey from my fears. She was my equal, my partner, and she needed to hear the truth as much as I needed to tell it. Bailey said nothing a moment, then, “Ok. If this is it... I love you Kal, for as long as we have. I've loved being with you. I'm really lucky to have had you.”

We hugged and kissed and for a few moments let ourselves hold on to each other the way lovers do when they face their fears together. There was no panic in Bailey, no remorse, no uncertainty. She'd embraced our likely fate and understood what it meant. She was a woman in every way, and her confidence, her belief in herself and in me, it was empowering to feel it so clearly. I wished we had more time together, but I had to agree, “You're amazing, Bailey. I'm the lucky one, to have had you, to have loved you, to share myself with you every day. A man could live a thousand lifetimes and never find someone like you.”

There was no going back to sleep for either of us, so we huddled together in the small steerage, protected a bit from the rain. We talked softly about the things we'd seen on the island, brought back fun memories, special touches that had been unforgettable.

I told her how much I'd enjoyed being her first, how I'd been surprised to find she had no hymen, how I'd enjoyed so fully emptying myself inside her vagina. She admitted that when I came inside her that first time it had surprised her even though she knew it would happen. It felt hot, a sensation she didn't expect but it made her feel wonderful and when I came in her the second time, she was ready, wanted it again and again. She told me, “when you cum in me, Kal... I feel like a woman all over. I feel so strong, to be the one to take you that way, to feel you cumming inside me is the best feeling in the world.”

I kissed her, pulled her to me, “one last time?”

She nodded and smiled, stripped her soaking clothing and helped me pull off my own. I laid down on the deck as it rolled, Bailey straddled my groin, moving her hairy little pussy up and down my shaft. We were both wet from the drizzling rain, the blackness around us both so deep and so close at the same time. Her labia slipped easily over my cock, and soon, she was moving on top of me.

It was the most unique moment I think I'd ever had. Fears of death and dying slowly threatened to bubble out and overwhelm me. But then Bailey would moan, sigh, run her fingers along my chest, and I forgot about everything wrong in the world and felt her love radiate through me. We kissed, her genitals slipping up and down on mine, our pubic hair tickling each other.

Up and down she rode me, neither of us letting ourselves release, we just slowly and wonderfully rutted together, ignoring the world as our bodies combined to push back the terror close by. I don't know how long we fucked, how long we made love like that, Bailey on top, her tight teen vagina slipping up and down, up and down, her labia slippery and hot along my length.

At some point, I saw Hakee rise up on deck and look around. She noticed us, watched a moment, then hung over the side to urinate, her eyes glancing at us, then looking away. We paid her no mind, lost in each other as we fucked.

Bailey's confidence as a lover became so obvious in that moment. Her body moved naturally. It was not just fucking we did, but a slow dance, a coordinated rocking that kept our skin flushed, our orgasms slowly, slowly building but never quite getting there. She didn't want it to end, and neither did I. I slid my hands along her beautiful small breasts, pulled her in and sucked on her nipples, loved the way she sighed as she rode me.

Hakee paused only a moment after she finished peeing before descending once more down into the cabin below deck. The boat rocked and rolled, the sky began to lighten, the rain slowed and stopped and Bailey rode me faster. Our bodies were becoming tired, willing to go on forever but demanding release. She kissed me, pushed down on my cock, ground her hard clit against me, and began a long, slow, shuddering climax as I held her waist and pumped my seed into her vagina.

We held like that for some time, my semen inside my young wife, her little pussy spasming randomly around my penis. She moved in small jerks, her body awash with euphoria, a welcome release for the long ride and for our hours of fear and anxiety. I knew how she felt, my cock had shot a large amount of sperm into her body, and I felt the world melt away when I unloaded in my thirteen-year old lover.

Dawn brought light to our world slowly, clouds hiding the sun from our eyes. Lightning still played angrily to our South, but the North looked to be clearing, and as Bailey and I slowly rose to our feet, my semen running down her inner thighs, we looked off in that direction.

The island was no where in sight.

It was a gut-wrenching moment. Dark blue-grey water surrounded us on every side, and except for the clouds and the boat, there was nothing else to see. I pulled Bailey to me and held her tight a moment before we were joined on deck by Manu, Gale, and Hakee.

As we looked in the direction we knew to be North, Gale asked quietly, “so what now, Kal?”

I was slow to respond, wishing I had a solution that would have us home soon. “We try the motor again. If we can get it fired up, we'll head North and hope the island is just beyond our sight.”

“If not?”

I said nothing and Gale knew the answer to her question when she asked it. If we didn't find the island, we would die slowly, one by one, as our meager food and water ran out.

Tok came up slowly, Amy helping him to get on deck. He looked determined and started back to the motor. He knew as well as I that our only hope was to get it working. I stopped him, had Gale translate for me. “I can climb down there. You tell me what to do. Bailey, man the ignition and when Tok signals, turn it over.”

Tok understood and I was soon wedged down next to the motor with the cover up and a rusty knife in my hand. It seemed rediculous. The knife wasn't much of a tool. I wanted wrenches, screwdrivers, anything that might actually open or tighten something. The knife had a dull edge and heavy handle, so at best it felt like I had a make-shift hammer and little else.

Sometimes everything looks like a nail when all you have is a hammer, and that, amazingly, was what got us going. Tok had me check connections, test linkage, manually move pieces around. Nothing worked for a long time. I got frustrated, tried everything he suggested, finally, in a moment of weakness, I pounded hard on a solid piece on the rear of the motor with the handle of the knife.

“GODDAMNIT!” I yelled to the world, slammed the knife down repeatedly, then sat back, exhausted and morose. The engine sputtered to life as Bailey tried it one more time. Thick smoke spewed out and in moments it kicked into gear smoothly. Well, smoothly as it every had, I suppose.

I rose up and couldn't believe that after everything we tried, the engine finally fired up after such an outburst. I was too thrilled to feel shame for losing control, and to this day I'm convinced that the hammer blows that I rained down in my frustration had knocked something back into place, and left the motor capable of getting us moving once more.

Bailey's smile was infectious and I kissed her once before calling for the anchor to be pulled. The day got brighter and started to clear a bit, still partly cloudy skies overhead. I turned the boat slowly to the North and for the next hour we headed that way without sight of land.

The excitement and good feelings from the motor starting wore down quickly as it became obvious that we didn't know how to find our island. I had hoped the storm pushed us to the South, so returning North would have soon shown us land. Instead, I was certain we'd gone far enough to have spotted it, but I had to admit that I had no way of knowing how far and in what direction we'd dragged the anchor in the heavy surf the night before.

I called for the anchor again and cut the motor off. We had to be running low on fuel. My gut started turning over knowing we were about to a point where there was no safe harbor.

The anchor never set. We were in deep water and it struck me that we may have drug it long enough to go beyond its depth in the night. We probably drifted for hours before we started North.

I had no idea where we were tried to accept the hard truth that we would die on the boat.

I held Bailey and Amy for long moments as we all stood quietly. The children had joined us and Manu understood the reality of our situation. She talked to them quietly, hugged them, pulled Hakee to her and pressed their faces to her chest. Gale sat beside Tok, holding his hand and leaning against his shoulder. I led Amy and Bailey down to the cabin to check on Keekah. She was groggy and I gave her another painkiller. No reason for her to suffer in her final days on Earth.

I laid beside her, Bailey and Amy cuddling with us, no words spoke, just warm bodies and shallow breaths. Keekah fell back into sleep and for a long time I held no thoughts, just savored the moments I had with my beautiful, wonderful family at the end of all things.

I awoke to the sound of Gale's voice, not realizing I'd drifted off. “Kal, come up a moment.”

I slid from the girls and joined the others on deck.

Gale pointed off the starboard side, told me, “Tok and I have been watching them.” I saw several dolphins slide up and down in the surf, just off the hull. “They danced around the boat a while then headed East, only to return to the boat, then went East again and came back...”

I nodded, didn't see the point. Tok spoke and Gale translated. “He says we should follow them, that sometimes dolphins had led men fishing and lost back to safety.”

It was a long shot, a fever dream, really. I'd heard tales like that in fiction and first-hand anecdotes from people claiming to be saved by dolphins. I had no hope for it being a reality for us. But, we had no other options, and I accepted that we might as well try. Chances were good that we'd run out of fuel long before we spotted land, and I held little faith in the fisherman's stories of dolphins leading us to safety.

But I cranked the motor back to full throttle after the pointless anchor was brought back and secured. We drove hard to the East, the waves slow and gentle, Mother Nature offering an apology, a soft landing from the storms of the previous day and night, calming seas a sign that we'd at least have a smooth ride to our slow deaths.

For an hour we went East, the dolphins playing all around us. They never left our side. Bailey and Amy talked quietly along the bow while the others sat silently, holding each other. Even Tok, who always seemed to have a calm and generally upbeat appearance looked broken, sullen, his fate sealed and not the one he would have chosen. Gale held him close and kissed him from time to time.

A glint played in my eye a moment before I realized it was not just the sun's reflection on the waves. I didn't point it out, all too aware that mirages and false hopes had destroyed the emotions of those who still needed to believe in a chance to survive.

We drew closer to the twinkling glint and I saw the most welcome sight of my life. Along the horizon a dark green ridge rose off the water. The wrecked boat on shore still held bits of glass around the cabin, the glint playing as the sun's angle changed.

I knew then we'd been saved.

I charged hard toward the island, the boat heavy with water, the others quickly becoming aware that the island was in sight. The engine sputtered, died twice before restarting, fumes surely all that was left in the tank. The sandy shore was majestic, warm and golden, the tree-line a lush, rich landscape of salvation. I nearly cried as the reality of our situation changed so dramatically.

A few hundred yards from shore the engine died and would not fire again. It was good enough. The raft still held true and our challenge shifted from finding the island to getting ourselves back to shore.

It took some time to get Keekah back on the deck. It wasn't immediately clear how we would get her down to the raft. Bailey again had the answer and held two ropes in her hands. We tied one around each end of the litter, created a sort of cradle for it. Gale slid down the rope ladder to the raft and waited as we carefully slid her litter over the side and slowly lowered it down.

It settled gently and we untied the ropes, Gale walking it to her with her hands. Tok insisted on climbing down and helping with the paddling and was soon carefully moving himself down, joining Gale and Keekah in the raft. There was room for Manu, Mie, and Poln, and in moments, the six set out with Gale and Tok paddling through the relatively calm waves.

It felt surreal. We'd been so close to slipping out forever into the anonymous waters of the South Pacific. So close to dying together on that miserable boat as our thirst became our death sentence. Instead, I stood, holding hands with Amy and Bailey, watching our family push the raft onto shore and carry Keekah on her litter up the sand.

Hona and Hakee held hands, a gesture I'd not seen previously, and I had no energy to consider if it was for friendship and assurance, or perhaps something more.

It was close to an hour before Tok returned with the raft. I marveled at the man's willpower. His knee had to be incredibly painful but he had apparently insisted that Gale stay with the others while he returned with the raft. I silently thanked him for his guts and his determination as Amy and Bailey slid down the ladder and climbed aboard.

Hakee and Hona were next. Before I joined them I gathered anything still left on the boat, including ropes and the pack that held our last quart of water. On an impulse I tore loose the small wooden image that was nailed in steerage. It was a simple painting of a dolphin jumping out of the surf, a sunny sky in the background. Everything we'd experienced was captured in that design and I felt the need to take it with me as we effectively consigned the boat to its own slow death.

Before I clambered down the ladder and took a paddle, I paused to look back onto the deck. The boat was pathetic, damaged, holding hundreds of gallons of water, broken in many ways. It had creaked, leaned, threatened to rip open at any moment. Yet, it stayed true enough until the end, until the fuel had gone and we could realize our goal. I didn't believe in spirits or fate or anything I couldn't see with my own eyes, but I said a little thanks to the boat that had managed, beyond all hope, to get us back safely.

Hona had a paddle in her hand when I climbed down, I took one as well. Together we moved the raft steadily toward shore.

As I stepped out a while later, felt the sand between my toes, felt the warm beach radiating the heat of the day, I fell to my knees and cried. Bailey joined me without the tears, but I knew she felt what I felt. The overwhelming relief, the disbelief that we'd survived against long odds again. I couldn't stop for a long time, and no one made me feel ashamed for my display. Several others cried, too. But they were happy tears. Amazed tears. Tears that fell freely and without the need to explain.

I heard laughter, too, laughter of relief and joy from Tok and from Manu, and I felt like I'd been given one more chance to cherish what I had, to love those I could, and to seek it from those who would give it freely.

It felt like it had been years. A lifetime. It felt like we'd been so far away. But finally, finally, we were home.