There are some deviations from the movie. I don't own any of the characters in this story (yet). Please review; then I'll know people are actually reading this thing. I have finished with thi story, anyway. But reviews make me smile.
The blazing mid-day sun beat down on his muscled back as he struggled to break down the last branch and finish stocking firewood. He was beginning to feel the little 'pops' on his back from the heat of the sun.
Stopping a moment to wipe beads of sweat from his forehead. He glanced in her direction. She was sitting Cross legged under some shade a few feet away. Strands of blond hair blew over her face. But she paid no attention; as she concentrated with determination on braiding some thin vines into 'hopefully' usable rope. 'Usable for what?'... she wasn't sure. It just felt better being busy.
According to the tree notches they made everyday. Today marked four months since they washed up on this island.
"Stupid, Son of a...Ugh! Finally!" He angrily tossed the broken branch onto the pile of accumulated kindling. "I need a break! Emma, you ready for a break?" He asked.
"Oh, yes. Please!" She answered, quickly discarding her unfinished project. She rubbed her red palms together, cringing as she stood up.
"We'll get some aloe for your hands on the way, Okay?"
They walked silently to the secluded freshwater lagoon; snatching banana's and an bushel of aloe plant on their way. They sat on the flattened black rocks near the lagoon's edge and ate while bathing their feet in the refreshing water.
When they were done; he took the peels and threw them as far as he could into the jungle for animals to pick at.
Sitting down beside her again, he applied aloe to her sore palms. "Doesn't look too bad. Hopefully, you won't get any blisters. How's it feel?"
"Hm, good. Thank you. How's your back?" He turned his back to her and she rubbed the excess aloe into his shoulders. "You got a little burnt. Better keep your shirt on during the hottest part of the day - If you're going to be in the direct sun."
"Thanks. Yes Mom." He replied with a smirk. "Ha ha... Cute Dean. Hey, I'm just being practical. You get a bad sunburn - you could get sick. We don't need that, right?"
"Right." He acquiesced, holding his hands up in the 'universal' surrender stance.
They lingered a while longer in contented silence before returning to the beach and going for a swim in the ocean. Well, he swam; she watched. Emma wasn't too keen on the ocean and so far, had preferred to go only up to her waist.
Dean hadn't yet been able to coax, plead, beg or bully her in any further. 'Man, this girl is stubborn!'
Eventually. they dropped happy - but exhausted, onto the warm sand and let the afternoon sun dry them. "It'll be getting dark soon. I better start a fire. You getting hungry?" He asked, squinting over at her lying a foot or so away from him.
"Kinda, yes." He got up first and offered her his hand to help her up. They brushed as much sand as they could off each other and sauntered back to their shelter - only about 15 yards away.
Shelter wasn't the best word to describe it in its current state. More like a 'half tent' really. Something temporary; as they were still expecting they'd be found any day.
He started a fire, while she sorted the food. They had a couple of hollowed out coconut shells to use as bowls, largest leaves for plates, and one knife - his pocket knife they used for many things - including food prep.
She peeled the seaweed wrapping from the cooked fish to let it cool. After a couple minutes it was safe to use their fingers to pick out the meat.
So far, most of their dinners consisted of mixed fruit, fish wrapped and smoked on the fire, avocados... and some coconut for desert. These things were plentiful for them - if not a little boring. "I wish we had some actual meat." he said. "Agreed".
That's only chapter 1... Or a taste of what is to come.