2 Broke girls: And The Island.
Max had gotten lucky, not enough to win the lotto and push herself out of poverty lucky, but still this was something. She got a job as a server on a yacht, basically being a waitress on a boat, but she'd never been on a boat before so she was kinda excited. She could scratch that off of her (probably to never be completed) bucket list. "Be on a boat" was under "Be on a plane" and above "Own a horse".
The owner of the boat in question was some rich bitch named Caroline Channing. Max heard something about her dad being accused of embezzling or some shit like that. But he got off on a technicality. This boat ride was probably a way to celebrate for Caroline. Not that mattered to Max, she just couldn't wait to get drunker than a sailor on an actual boat and maybe bang someone in the engine room.
Max had her fingers crossed for the captain as that was also on her bucket list.
*a few days later*
Max wasn't sure why she thought being on a boat would be so special; the swaying reminded her of being on a subway train, except now there was air to breathe. She grew tired of the view real quick, well, not all of it. The buffet was one she never got tired of. And the cooks weren't too bad, especially that Nicholas guy. But Caroline took the cake, the icing and the cherry on top. She looked like she was copied and pasted from a Victoria's secret catalogue, no photoshop needed.
She had flawless skin that she flaunted with her perfect bikini body, in a bikini that no doubt cost more than Max's apartment. And probably more than Max herself. She walked around the ship in heels as effortlessly as a model on the runway. Her golden hair wafted in the sea breeze, she'd giggle and remove the few strands from her face.
Oh yeah, Max might try to tap that. She approached the heiress as she laid on a deck chair, working on her tan, with the drink she ordered. She held out the tray, Caroline lowered her sunglasses to look at Max.
"Thank you!" She said in a cheery voice.
"I don't recognize you, and I know everybody on this boat" Caroline inquired.
"Yeah, one of your guys, what was his name? Luis, I think, couldn't come. Something about his mom," Max explained, surprised at how nice Caroline seemed.
"Oh yeah, his mom is on death row. Poor thing," Caroline said as she grabbed her drink.
"Yeah, moms and prison. I know how that goes." Max cracked a smile trying to lift the mood a little.
"What's your name?" Caroline asked, taking a sip of her fruity drink, intrigued by the server.
"Max. Max Black. Despite what my skin tone says." Caroline laughed, showing her million dollar smile.
"Max Black huh? I like that." Caroline said.
"Well it's either that or my stripper name but I'm sure you won't like that." Caroline busted out laughing, almost spilling her drink.
"You're funny! Most people I know are kind of wet blankets," Caroline said.
"Well, at least those come from wet dreams, right?" Max joked. The billionaire laughed once more.
"Anyway I gotta get going, but you'll probably see me around." Max said as she walked away.
"Ok, goodbye, Max," Caroline sighed as she laid back down on her deck chair. Max liked how she said her name.
*a few hours later*
Max was walking below deck when she saw the engineers (or mechanics, whatever they're called) were running around apparently worried about something. Max caught certain snatches of what they were yelling at each other.
"Why is the anchor broken?!" one yelled.
"Is the engine stable?" another voice.
"I'm not sure the ship can handle this sir!" a third sailor said.
"Why didn't we know about the storm?!" the captain yelled back.
Storm? It figures that with Max's luck her first boat ride would also probably be her last.
While the engineers were running around making sure the ship could withstand the storm, Max figured she should get Caroline. No doubt the heiress was freaking out. She ran to her room to see the heiress on her bed, in normal clothes, drunk, she had downed a couple bottles of champagne that were strewn about on the carpeted floor.
"Not the best time to be drunk as a sailor." Max thought to herself. She walked over to Caroline, the boat started to shake, making her stumble. Caroline didn't seem to notice the rocking.
"Whoa, someone's drunk. You shouldn't be drinking on the...job," Caroline slurred.
While Max would've found this hilarious in any other situation, she felt a raging storm took priority over tickling her funny bone.
"C'mon Barbie, we gotta go!" She grabbed the drunk girl and lifted her over her shoulder. The nice thing about rich girls was that most of them weigh nothing. The heiress giggled wildly as she was lifted up. Max walked out of the room realizing that she had no idea what to do next. She decided to find the captain, he'd know what to do. Just then the ship rocked to the side. Max struggled to stand up right.
"Ooo, don't drop me now!" Caroline giggled, still not aware of what was happening. The ship violently rocked back and forth while lightning flashed and thunder cracked. The loud sound of metal being bent groaned through the ship. Max could no longer hold her footing as the hallway she was in starting sharply inclining. She'd dropped Caroline while she started to slide down the hallway.
The billionaire started to scream loudly, she had become aware of what was happening. It was difficult to describe what was happening around her; things were falling out of doors that swinging open violently. Other crew members were desperately clinging to whatever they could. Max reached out to grab Caroline when out of nowhere a loud CRACK! blared. And with it the wall that they were going to hit was replaced with a pool of water that came flooding in.
"SHIT!" Max screamed as they splashed into the cold seawater. She and Caroline flailed around wildly trying to stay above the rising water. This ship was definitely sinking.
"What're we going to do?!" Caroline yelled out, spitting out some water. Max tried to keep as calm as possible while thinking of something, not easy but there was no point in freaking out now.
"Ok. Here's what we're gonna do! We gotta swim under the side of the ship and out to open sea!" She shouted, the maelstrom of destruction around made it hard to hear. Caroline nodded in agreement.
"OK!" she yelled back.
This wasn't going to be easy, Max wasn't exactly the best swimmer and Caroline was still drunk. But it was better than being dragged to the bottom of ocean with the ship wreck. They both took a deep breath and dive down.
Thankfully the ship wasn't that long, they both had managed to make it out the wreckage and were in open water. Max, running out of breath, desperately swam up to the surface. She heaved ferociously for breath as she made it up. Heavy rain was pouring down and lightning flashed all over the place. She looked around to see if Caroline was anywhere nearby. She then popped out of the water a second later. Gasping for air, the blonde also looked around.
She stopped for a moment to watch the last of her ship sink down. But when she spotted Max she swam over to her. They both struggled to stay above the water with the raging storm going on.
"Now what?!" Caroline shouted. Max searched for something, anything, when she saw it in the distance. It was pretty hard to see with how dark it was and with how much the seawater stung her eyes but it looked like an island. It didn't seem to be too far away. Fifty or forty feet at most.
"Over there!" She pointed to what she saw. Caroline squinted at what she pointed at and nodded. They both began to swim to their destination. The storm was dying down a bit but it was still brutal. They swam for what felt like forever, their arms were drained. They were almost there, when suddenly a huge wave crashed over them. Max had barely managed to get back up to the surface. She looked around and saw Caroline was nowhere to be seen! Max dived back down to a blurry outline of something thrashing about.
It had to be Caroline. She swam further down and grabbed a hold of her, wrapping her arms around her. She pulled her back up and began to close the distance between them and the island. One arm around Caroline, the other trying it's best to paddle her and kicking furiously, Max swam for her, and Caroline's, life.
She had finally reached the beach of the island. It felt good to have solid ground under her feet again. She placed Caroline down on the beach and then realized that she wasn't breathing. She immediately placed her hands on her chest and started doing compressions.
"Oh no, you don't get to die!" She said as she repetitiously pressed down on her chest.
"C'mon!" She then gave Caroline mouth to mouth resuscitation. After a couple of seconds, the billionaire opened up her eyes and started coughing out water. Max sat her up to help get it all out, slapping her back. When Caroline got it all out she laid back down, gasping for breath. Max followed suit. Without the adrenaline of almost drowning running through her veins, Max was completely exhausted. She could see that Caroline was also running on fumes, the poor girl had just passed out right there. Max could barely keep her eyes open any longer too, she looked up to the sky and saw the storm was almost done, and fell asleep.
Chapter 1: End
P.S I'm not sure where i want this story to go exactly, i got a good idea though. Some chapters I'll ask you guys how i should proceed or what i should add. (YEAH THAT'S RIGHT! YOU READ CORRECTLY! YOU, THE READERS, HAVE CONTROL OVER THIS FANFICTION! (Sometimes).
P.S.S do you know how long it took me to spell "resuscitation" right?