You feel someone shaking your shoulder.
"Wake up."
"Wake up, Mr. !"
You open your eyes and, sure enough, it is Samantha. She looks very scared, but unharmed.
"Mr. , are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." well, at least you think so, though a couple of places hurt like hell, you hope it's just bruises.
"We have to get away from the plane, there's enough fuel left to blow us all the way to the Moon."
While you are getting out, Samantha stumbles and you have to catch her. Your hand brushes against her small, but firm breast through the soft fabric of her business suit. She just smiles at you: "Thanks."
The two of you leave the wreck and walk, looking around the island. It's small - no more than a couple of miles in diameter, as you found out after climbing a tall palm tree. There are many palm trees, tropical fruits and fish. There is a deep lagoon, which probably connects to the ocean in high tide, but now it's disconnected, and many fish are trapped inside. There is also a tiny fresh water stream. Well, that takes care of food and water, you think.
You just finished circling the island and came back to the wreck from the opposite side. The sky begins to darken again. Of course, you remember, it's the storm season.
Samantha looks tired and her suit is definately too much for this climate. She looks at you impatiently.
"What do we do now?" |