A multi-first person perspective fic based on: The Blue Lagoon, a new interpretation of Star Wars.

This story is set in the Victorian Era—dated near the mid-19th century. Somewhere around the scattered South Pacific islands, tropical and spread about the vast ocean.

Ben is the older cousin being seven and Rey is the younger, an age gap of only one year. Although I am an avid Rey Kenobi theorist, I could not pass up on a Skywalker/Solo opportunity to best fit the Blue Lagoon's original story plot. Please be aware that I am not someone who endorses incest, but please be aware of the fact that these two are not taught from right and wrong as they are castaway at such a young age. Please consider the time frame we are in. And please consider that they are the only two relatively civil human beings left on the island.

Thank you.

Rey

I didn't really like wearing this dress. It was too heavy and it blew everywhere. It was white too. So if I played too much and got even a little dirt on it, my uncle would scold me for the stain. It was really hot today too. Not that hot, but what I was wearing made it the temperature go up by at least 10 degrees.

My wobbly hat almost blew out into the ocean though. The wind is nice, but I don't want to lose my hat. I hold the top down against my head and look out into the vast flatness that the ocean was. What did Uncle Han say? He said we were going to somewhere called…. D.. Da….Daqa something?

Oh well.

I hope it's nice.

I turn around and see our weighty cook stumble, as the drunkard he was, along the starboard and into many of the crewmen, and down into his workshop. I follow him—tiptoe—into his own personal staircase and hide behind a partition guiding a hallway to another cabin room. I peek past the wall and notice that he scavenges clumsily into his wooden cabinet. I stay in my hiding spot now. While I'm listening, I can tell he chose somewhere to sit…and sits for a while and then heads into another door. That was probably the bathroom I assume.

I really wanted to see what he was seeing. So I take a nearby stool and prop it next to the only cabinet he had. I pull the drawer open and notice a stack of pictures along with many books labeled "Recipes." Quickly I grab whatever I could and high-tail out of the cabin room before Mr. Plutt could see me.

Ben

The breeze in the salty air felt great. Days like this meant you could just lay down in the clear open sky and be lazy. Lay down next to your family and doze off into sleep.

"Daddy!" I look for him. He is nowhere to be found. My shoes make a few floorboards squeak as I run into the wheel house, behind the masts, and in the sleeping cabins. He is still nowhere to be found. I thought for sure that he was going to be sitting next to the captain drinking that nasty juice he calls tea. And instead of finding my father, I see my cousin sitting on the lower steps of the captain's quarters. From behind, she looks like she's doing something suspicious so I poke her shoulder. "What'cha doing Rey?"

She looks like she's frightened. Did she think I was the captain?

"Go away Ben. It's none of your business!" Rey frets as she hides something from me.

"What's that?" I ask and stood in front of her. I see her holding a series of white wax-like papers that looked like they had pictures on them. I'm really curious now. "Let me see. Let me see!" I beg her again as she pulls away and hides whatever she was shoving against her frilly dress. She throws her mushroom hat in my face and runs down the adjacent steps and into a cabin room with the pictures in hand. "Hey!" I call after her, irritated.

I catch her in a closet. I could obviously see her feet from the bottom crack of the door. I open it quickly and snatch whatever she was holding out of her hands. Despite her whines, I push her away and take a good look at the secret I was holding in my hands. They were pictures of naked women, posing in various poses in various locations. I get confused. "What are you looking at?" I turn back to her.

She's embarrassed and quickly snips at the pictures I displayed in front of her, holding them behind her back. "I found them in Mr. Plutt's desk."

"Mr. Plutt?" I ponder aloud. "I thought Mr. Plutt should be a cook… not a photographer. Shouldn't he?"

"I should be giving you two a heavy spanking to the bum!" Mr. Plutt's voice roars angrily from the cabin door's silhouette. We both turn, afraid that my father wasn't going to save us in time. "The both of you—come here." He stomps over and roughly grabs the both of our wrists in his calloused hands.

"We're sorry!" I hear Rey whimper as she tugs her dainty wrist from his huge grip. "I was the one who found them. Let Ben go, he didn't do anything!"

"You're both guilty enough. When Mister Solo sees what you two have done, you'll get a beating twice as bad as what I'm about to give you."

"But they're not our pictures, they're yours!" I say in protest, hoping to take some of the blame off Rey.

"That doesn't give you the right to look at my things." He grumbles and tightens his grip on my wrist even more. I cry and tug away again. I didn't want a beating, those really hurt. And I really didn't want it to happen to Rey—she would probably cry for three nights in a row.

Just before we all climb up the staircase, the rings of an alarming bell were heard all around. I look at Mr. Plutt and so does Rey.

Neither of us knew what was going on.