Hello people of fan fiction! Now, this is my very first story that I have put on here, so please be nice! While I am open to positive reviews, please do not leave any reviews down grading my work. It will only make me feel bad and not update or anything. So do leave reviews that can improve my work! Enjoy!
Now I will get straight to the point. My story is not going to be like all the others. "Oh, I'm on a deserted island. My boat/plane crashed. What do I do?!" No those are boring. But then again, thanks to them, I know how to write, relive, and tell my story. Of being on a deserted island, of my boat sinking, and knowing what to do.
My name is Annabelle Claire. I'm 23 years old. I am an architect. I was on a boat going from Chile to Australia, that has been my home for five years now. A cruise, I guess you could call it. I was in Chile visiting my brother, who is a marine biologist. I was there for five weeks. Enjoying my brother and his home, he thought I needed a longer break, so he paid for an all inclusive cruise ship to take me home. On the ship, I found an old friend. A Spaniard friend from college. His name was Xavier Santos. We spent every minute on the ship together. Eventually, over the two week cruise, we became a couple.
Like I said before, my story isn't normal. Maybe a little boring, but not normal. Most people end up on islands by a big storm or something of the sort. Not me. Before it had completely sunk, the pilot (who was also a close friend,) told me that he thought the ship was hit by a whale or shark. The animal ripped a hole in the ship. Unfortunately, the captain and all other crewmen had gone down with the ship, as had almost everyone on the thing… only 10-15 out of 3000 survived. As soon as I knew the ship was going down, I found Xavier and pulled him to my cabin, which we had been sharing. I told him and we quickly packed bags. Mine had essentials, clothes, tarp, matches, rope, etc. In his bag, Xavier packed food and medicine. When the ship was more than ¾ sunken, we jumped, holding hands.
DAY 1, PART 1
I wake up on a dusty beach. The sand is a tannish yellow. I sit up and look around. It looks to be a small island. With no signs of civilization so far. The boat had sunk, who knows how far from here, so there is no wreckage to pick through, for survivors or supplies. Only a couple of wooden boards near the roaring water. I stand up and asses myself, I have a major headache when I touch my forehead, and soon, I realize why. I touch my forehead and my hand comes back down red with warm blood. I have a giant gash above my left eye, going from my eyebrow to my hairline. My right arm is throbbing, but not as much as my head, other than that, I feel perfectly fine. There are three other people lying on the beach. One is dressed as a cook. The other two, i don't know. Maybe passengers on the boat. There were only about five others around the beach, milling around. Either helping themselves with wounds, or helping others with wounds. There were three ways I could play this game.
1.) pretend to team with others 2.) actually team with others 3.) stay alone, only me and Xavier.
I decide one of the first two choices would be best. But first, I must find my boyfriend. Walking over to a random guy who lays on the beach, face down, I think about what Xavier was wearing. Doing this only gives me a headache, so I give up. As I get closer, I see he has no major injuries. I turn him over and realize it is Xavier! I shake him violently until he startles awake. Sitting back on my knees, I wait for him to take it all in. "Are you okay?" I ask him, helping him to sit up. He coughs a couple times then nods.
"Fine, you? Goodness...your forehead…" He pulls me in for a quick kiss then touches my forehead lightly. I love his Latin Spaniard accent, it comforts me.
"I'm fine. I promise," I smile and squeeze his hand reassuringly "Wheres your bag?" I have mine on my back. It's a lot heavier than it was on the ship, but only because of all the water on/in it. We look around a bit, and I find it a couple feet away from the water. Its buried deep into the sand, but its a lot less wet than mine… I pick up the green and red north face camping bag. Handing it to Xavier someone bumps into me from behind. I stumble but Xavier catches me. The person keeps walking, a bit faster than before. Angry, Xavier practically throws his bag back at me and storms after the man. I sigh and go after him. Grabbing his arm, before he reaches the guy.
"Look, I love how protective and everything you are, but just drop it okay? Please?" I really do love how overprotective he is of me, but sometimes he gets carried away. He nods, his face set into a scowl. Taking his bag once again, he takes a bottle of rubbing alcohol out of it. He cleans my wound tenderly. Even though he is very gentle, it still hurts, a lot. When hes done, he wraps me in a big warm hug. We stay like that for a while, then we both stand apart and smile. He holds me at arms length, making sure i have no other injuries.
"We have to set up a signal of some sort. Something, to let others know we're here." I tell him. We both know I'm right, but I'm not sure he'll agree to my idea. If I knw him enough, he won't. He will want me to be safe first, so a distress signal probably isn't one of his first priorities. I am.
"No. We need shelter, fire, food and, water. We have food," he taps his backpack, "and water bottles. I can get the firewood and maybe you can do the shelter? You are the architect." We both laugh briefly.
He reaches up and runs a hand through his short brown hair, making it all spikey. His pants are ripped at the knee and are soaking wet, the caramel skin under all his clothes glistening with sweat and water. I can feel sweat gathering on my brow as well, the pale sun beating down on us. I nod, slowly. He kisses my forehead and walks off into the green trees that begin about one kilometer from the water. I begin to walk off in almost the same direction, intent on getting sticks and branches and leaves. As soon as I enter the treeline, the dark sand, turns into mud and grass. The air turns sickly humid, so humid that sweat almost immediately begins dripping into my eyes. I stop and take my jacket off, leaving me in a green tank top. My shorts are still soaked and there isn't much I can do about that…. I find two long and thick branches that seem sturdy, each about seven feet long. If I could find two more of these, then I could have a decent shelter. But I want better than decent, if that is to happen, I'll need maybe six to eight more. And maybe four longer ones…
I set the branches down. Looking around, I find two more branches, about ten-twelve feet each. I slowly drag them all back to where I found Xavier on the beach. They are all very heavy, so I let them all fall to the ground and bend over, putting my hands on my knees. As I pant, trying to catch my breath, I realize how beautiful this beach actually is.
Its amazing, breathtaking really. The cool ocean water is a brilliant blue, reflecting the sunlight off of the rolling waves that crash down onto the sandy beach. The beach itself is peppered with rocks, pebbles, and sticks. The large palm trees sway in rhythm with the wind. The leaves rustling seem like they are whispering to me that it'll be okay. At this point, I'm not quite sure I believe that. Many people still mill around me, walking sluggishly some and others running to wherever. Some of them look in really bad shape, and I feel bad for not helping them, but I have to get done what I need to get done. Because the sooner that is done and the sooner Xavier is satisfied, the sooner we can start a signal.
Looking around more I find a shady spot under some large palm trees. Its not too far and if Xavier comes to the place I'm in now, he will easily spot me. I begrudgingly pick up the branches once again, and slowly trudge to the shady area. Throwing the branches down, I relieve myself of the enormous weight. They fall into a messy pile, annoying me. I kick them into a neater pile and sit with my back to the water, letting the breeze take over my aching body. As I begin to think up new plans of designs for the shelter, I feel a poke on my shoulder.
And there it is. My first chapter to my first story. Some new characters will be introduced in the next chapter. Oh, and most of my 'days' on the island will be broken up into parts because they can get kinda long :) so yeah…. PLEASE read and review, i appreciate it greatly! ~kewlgirl~