Marooned

Written by Keyah

The sleek sixty-four foot trimaran left Hawaii in February, six months ago. James Monroe, owner of the yacht, his wife and a teenage daughter, just starting high school, headed to Perth Australia, by the South Pacific Islands. One man, Davie Harris, was a volunteer deck hand and tutor for the young teenage daughter. He was running from a dull life he envisaged for himself if he stayed in Hawaii. Home tutoring a teenager was infinitely better than slaving at a nine-to five job. University finished, with a diploma, he decided seeing the world was his next objective in life, at least for the foreseeable future.

During a stop in Guam, and then Namatanai in the Territory of New Guinea, Flossie and Davie became close friends and then co-conspirators when the parents weren't looking. Flossie's fourteen year old body appealed to the twenty-seven-year-old Davie. In fact, it kept him half hard most of the time. The wide chested young man was strong and handsome, tall and well spoken. His chest was covered in a mat of black hairs like those covering his head. Flossie looked up to him not only as an adult now, but as a smart, intimate friend who made her tingle in that secret place between her lovely thighs.

The trip had been largely uneventful until the night of August nineteen. A sudden squall sent the sea into confusion. By nightfall the yacht was in trouble. Huge black waves assailed the trimaran seemingly from three different directions. It became clear the ship was breaking up when a wave over ended the boat and a loud crash came from the deck. On examination, the panicky crew discovered the left outrigger had cracked badly, both inside and out the main hull. Getting to the life rafts was a problem in itself, but both Flossie and Davie made it into one large rubber raft while the parents wrestled with another raft.

By morning the sea was again gently rolling. When the young people looked there was nothing but gently rolling green swells in every direction, no birds, no other life rafts, nothing.

"I hope mom and dad made it out." Flossie whispered.

Biting his lower lip, Davie looked out at the circular horizon of water and felt distinctly depressed. He could be home working this morning rather than bobbing endlessly up and down in an ocean where nobody had a clue about where he was. Settling back against the side of their covered life raft, he lay his arm around Flossie's waist and tried to comfort her. His busy parents wouldn't even think of him today. It might be months before they grew concerned, and Flossie's parents? Where were they? Did they get off the boat before it sank? The last time he saw the trimaran, another roaring black wave slammed the hull, reaching under it, flipping the whole yacht end over end like some empty surfboard. Now everything was shockingly quiet, depressingly tranquil. Looking through the binoculars, he saw nothing but more water.

Eventually the girl he had a secret crush on crawled into his lap. He held her like a baby till she stopped crying. His hands became busy feeling all those here-to-fore hidden charms. ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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