Full Summary: Edward, a part-time sailor on his ship Golden Eyes, finds himself stranded on a claustrophobic island with his mates and captain. Edward blacks out, and find himself far from a deserted island. The inhabitants he finds drives Edward crazy- literally.
Disclaimer: Yes. No. Alright here we go. We're all in this together... What I'm trying to say is that I do not in fact own Twilight or the characters or anything, and I'd rather not. How would my and Edward's relationship work out if I owned him? That's just awkward, and not how things work.
A/N: I'm such a... uh... bad person. I don't know the word. But anyway, I promise that all stories (aside from those on hiatus) will eventually be finished. With school 'n' all, it is a little difficult for me to keep going. But I promise- no, I swear- that I will be victorious. No, not really, I'll just finish if you review. So read. And then review. Thank you, have a nice day. :
A/2/N: Sorry, I'm really not funny.
A/3/N: Oh yeah, there are two chapters here instead of one, since the next chapter shall be in someone other than Edward's POV...
Golden Eyes
Leaning out on the bow, watching the sea go by, I sighed a long, wistful sigh. The wind ruffled my bronze, unkempt hair, resulting in an even messier look than when I woke this morning from my far-less-from-comfortable bunk.
Shouldn't first mates have finer rooming quarters? Especially on an extravagant houseboat like the Golden Eyes?
I at least should have my own room, even if it wasn't as extravagant as Carlisle's. Sleeping with Emmett above me frightened me a bit, considering that the bunk could topple down on me- Emmett with it. It would be too painful, and if it happened, we would have to go back to Forks, which I'm grateful that we're not doing.
We're too lonely and... and... misunderstood in Forks. I am, at least.
I mean, when you see a family of four grown men living and working together, two things come to mind. It's either a gay family or a broken family. And no girl would ever want to get caught up with it all.
Well, any girl would love to hang off of Emmett, Jasper, or even Carlisle's arm- oh, but Edward? No way! That sulking yet good-looking freak?
I quietly laughed to myself. At least I'm good-looking, I thought.
The four of us, Carlisle, the oldest by about ten years and richest of our family, is one of the wisest men we've ever seen, working as a doctor while on land, the captain of Golden Eyes while on sea- we call him our father; then I, Edward, the especially lonely, usually brooding, twenty-two year old; after would be Emmett, older than I, but has a younger soul for twenty five; finally would be Jasper, who I would label as almost as mysterious as I, persuasive, and the most supportive- I mean, Emmett would tease you about it, Carlisle would tell you everything will turn out alright, but Jasper would help you through it.
Don't get me wrong- I love Emmett and Carlisle's ways. It's just that I sometimes need Jasper to help me get through problems and such.
I pondered through my thoughts, about my brothers and my father, about being lonely, about trying a new shampoo.
I would try a new shampoo, since my brothers and father are the same (and I'd rather they stated that way), and I'll forever be lonely.
"Edward, could you come in here a moment?" called Carlisle from his quarters, his face peeking from behind a window on the third floor of our houseboat.
I glanced back at him, my grimace picking up a bit into a smile when I saw that he had been trying to tie knots. The rope was tangled and knotted in all of the wrong places, strangling Carlisle's arms and legs.
It made me wonder. Who's steering the boat?
I let that thought pass, running up the first few floors, coming to an abrupt stop in front of Carlisle's door. The large double-doors were made of wood, painted white, with intricate designs bordering the door. I pushed it open, gaping at where Carlisle stood.
"Need any help?" I teased, knowing that he needed more than help.
He chuckled, then fell back into a chair matching the door. "These knots require much more than bunny ears," he noted. I snickered, picking up the knot-tying manual.
"Oof," I said, noticing that the instructions were in some foreign language.
Carlisle stood back up, pulling one rope over his shoulders and head, throwing the rope to me. He tried for one wrapped tighter around his knee, unsuccessfully.
"Help?" he pleaded.I nodded, walking towards him.
Suddenly, the chair tipped over, I had to steady myself, and Carlisle fell flat on his face.
"What was that?" I exclaimed, trying to help Carlisle up, but falling over with him when whatever had happened before happened again.
Carlisle steadied himself and picked himself up, holding onto my shoulders for support. "Get your brothers and life jackets. Meet me at the bow."
I nodded enthusiastically, panicking. What the hell had just happened?
Running through the corridors and down the stairs, I bumped into Emmett. "What the hell?" he yelled.
"Get life jackets!" I called out to him, still running. "Meet us at the bow!"
I met up with Jasper next, telling him to follow me. After a few minutes of running down the steps, Jasper figured out that we were running to the bow, and picked up the pace, running a little bit ahead of me.
I could definitely run faster than Jasper, I just chose to trail behind him, just in case he fainted or anything drastic.
Wait- what if I fainted?
No, I wouldn't faint. And if I did, Jasper would realize and get me.
What if he didn't?
I felt the panic prickle through my veins, the pins and needles paining me as I ran faster and faster, till I found myself beside Jasper. He was panting and tired, obviously a lot more panicked than I.
"'Ere!" I heard Emmett say, throwing two life jackets our way. I caught it easily, shrugging into it at a slower pace. I could swim, thanks very much.
While buckling the yellow vest, I felt something hit the bow, then I fell. I must've blacked out, since I can't remember a single thing after.
Until I woke up. I remember that the clearest.
Stranded
"Carlisle...?" I moaned, trying to stretch out my back and my arms, finding it excruciatingly painful. With my eyes closed, I picked up my left hand, running it through my hair.
"Shh, Edward. I'll tell you everything," comforted a soothing, female voice, holding onto my right hand. She was tracing my veins, I could tell, since her soft, smooth finger traced only lines on my hand.
It felt so good- I wished that she would trace the rest.
I popped my eyes open, remembering that I didn't know where I was or who I was with. "Who are you?" I asked reluctantly. She took her hand off of mine, holding it to her heart.
I stared into her beautiful heart-shaped face, noticing her rosy cheeks first, and then her intoxicating milky brown eyes. I gazed into her eyes, smiling crookedly. She smiled back, flashing her teeth.
"Bella," she answered, taking my hand back. She shook her head, letting her long brown locks fall into her face.
"Edward," I said. Dammit, Edward! I thought to myself. She already knows your name you idiot!
She laughed, the bell-like sound filling up the little lean-to I know realized we were in. "I know." She continued tracing my veins, now working up my arms.
"Where are we?" I breathed, hoping that she couldn't hear my heart beat rapidly.
"A little island. Isle Esme, actually."
"Are you a native?"
"No, I got stranded here."
I nodded, understanding.
"Am I stranded here?" I checked.
"Yes," she laughed.
I sat up, keeping my hand in hers. "Whoa," I said simply.
"Yeah," she said, laughing, filling up the lean-to yet again. "Now, are you done interrogating me, or is there more?"
I put my finger on my chin, looking down from her gaze for the first time that morning- or afternoon, I really don't know- deep in thought. "What happened to the Golden Eyes?" I decided to ask, truly curious.
Bella looked down, dropping my hand. "It... It..." I picked my hand back up, holding hers. "It hit into another boat and killed the people that were going to save us," she whispered, nearly inaudible.
I instantly felt horrid, even though it wasn't my fault for the accident. Bella could've been saved. Bella's us could've been saved. My us could've saved them!
I knew that it really was Carlisle's fault, although I would never say it out loud- I would only say that it was no ones fault, that Carlisle was forced by his mind to take his full attention off where we were going and instead on rope-tying that he had never been good at and never will be good at.
Oh, damn.
"I'm... sorry," I managed, looking down at my bare feet, wondering where my shoes must've gone. "I didn't... I mean, I couldn't have... I'm just... Uhm... Really, really sorry, Bella!"
Bella looked up at me, the true sorrow hidden behind mock happiness in her milky brown eyes, smiling. "It wasn't you fault," she assured me, even though she was the one that needed to be assured.
"We can call, you know, someone to come and save you," I suggested, my lips pressed into a thin line. I wasn't ready to be happy, not even to pretend to be happy. I felt like a piece of shit- and I should be. This beautiful girl was stranded, and her only hope had been shattered by me.
Let me repeat myself: Oh, damn.
Bella smiled again, this time, not faking. "I'm sorry to say, but your boat is totaled." She laughed at some joke I had missed, her eyes wandering. I only shrugged, not wanting to even say anything. "How about you meet Esme, Rosalie, and Alice?"
I still couldn't force words from my mouth, even though I tried a few times unsuccessfully. I could still control my motor skills pretty efficiently, so I settled on a nod to answer Bella.
She stood, stretching out her arms and legs. "It gets cramped up in a lean-to, I must say," she added, trying to make conversation, I supposed. I only nodded, pulling myself up from my slump, my leg aching.
"What the hell happened to my leg?" I wondered aloud, resulting in a giggle from Bella. The bluish-purplish bruises were visible against my pale leg, my once long pants cut unevenly on one side up to my knee.
"I don't know," she admitted, her giggle turning into a full blown laugh. I laughed along a bit, trying to be wholehearted but only coming out half of that.
"Well, that's just dandy," I replied bitterly. She frowned, noticing my anger, probably thinking it was toward her, when it was only toward the one at fault; myself.
I instantly regretted it, thinking of some way to tease her but only coming up with one. "Wow, nice place you got here."
It worked; Bella smiled. "It was a long process, but we've finally finished it for your arrival," she replied, playing along. A small smile tugged at the edges of my lips. I restrained it, remembering that I was supposed to be annoyed, mad, angry, brooding, anything!
The weird thing was that I didn't feel what I normally felt. I felt happy. For once.