Sailing Away

Chapter 1

The boat that captain Russell made in Hotel Tango was never destroyed.

What happens when Melissa and Abby are alone on a boat together?

What will Jackson do without Melissa?

Will he be happy with Taylor?

Or will he need Melissa?

Melissa and Abby were on the beach, getting ready for their little voyage, Jackson was at Hotel Tango with Jory and Ian, Eric was supposed to be helping them, and none of them had a clue where Captain Russell was.

"Eric, we'll be fine!" Melissa insisted as she prepared the boat that they had stolen from Captain Russell. "I know how to sail, so does Abby. Listen to me, no, Eric look at me: WE WILL BE FINE."

"But-"

"No buts", Melissa smiled at him, but he still looked worried.

"Mel, go get the other bags." Abby commanded coldly, ignoring Eric as he mockingly shivered at Abby's tone. Melissa glared at him and then jogged to Hotel Tango to get the remaining bags

Jackson was deep in thought, he was terrified for Mel, he hated himself for bringing up the idea of her sailing off with Abby. He knew she could sail, she had mentioned her sailing camp a few times in the past month they had been on this accursed island. He was finally realizing the fact that he had feelings for Mel. He was kicking himself mentally because he now knew that the fact he had befriended Taylor was because he couldn't trust himself with her.

"Just because I have feelings for you doesn't mean you have to feel the same way"

" But I do"

He sighed loudly, this was stupid. Melissa was going to be fine, and he still had Taylor to talk too.

"Hey Mel", Ian said dully as Melissa entered the room. Jackson's heart started racing as he looked up at Melissa, her brown eyes casting a concerned look at Ian's broken leg. She smiled at Jackson but he was only able to manage a tight smile back.

"Abby and I will be fine" she murmured as she sat down next to him, "stop worrying."

"What makes you think I'm worried, my best friend is sailing off to a unknown death with a psychopath. Nah, not worried at all." Jackson said sarcastically, avoiding her gaze. He felt a touch on his arm and looked up startled to meet her brown eyes.

"Believe me, I'll be fine," she repeated, her gaze boring into his eyes, "ok?"

"Melissa I-"

"Ok?"

Jackson warily looked into her eyes, knowing he had to believe her. "Ok."