A.N.: Lights, camera, action! Here's the sequel to Forever Stranded. If you haven't read that one, read it first before this, or you won't get what's going on. Warnings: I don't think any... yet.
Forever Together
Chapter 1- Saved by the Boat
Rochelle
Hot water was the best thing in the world. I really hate how I took it for granted before being stranded on the island. The first thing I did aboard the HMS Rescue was go to my quarters (the officer had said there was enough room on the ship for us each to have our own quarters) and headed to the bathroom.
I peeled off my dirty dress. It was good to get that off of me. I set the water temperature just the way I liked and got my towel ready and took the robe off the back of the door. I took a nice and long shower, scrubbing every inch of anything but skin on me. After that long, I was really scary looking. Once I felt I was done, I got out and threw on my robe.
I left the light on in the steaming bathroom as I ventured to the closet in my rooms, wondering what mysteries that held. I opened the door to the closet and found a stock of clothes to choose from. I caught sight of the clock on my wall that read ten thirty A.M. I was about to get in to one of the dresses, but then I caught sight of white (seemingly flannel) pajamas. I chose those and slipped them on. They were so comfy, you have no idea.
I brushed my hair and teeth before turning out the light and exiting my rooms to go find Ralph. He was easy to find, he was on the patio you get to by walking out the side doors of the ship's main hall. The patio had wicker furniture and right now, a really good view of the sea. I stepped out and came to sit opposite him.
It looked like Ralph had his fair hair cut as a step of his own transfer back to his civilized look. He was in a casual white button down shirt and jeans. I felt really underdressed, but whatever. His face brightened as I looked over his new look, "I'm back," he laughed.
I laughed, 'Good to see you again.'
A waiter came up and asked me what I wanted to eat. They have waiters on Navy ships? "Um… what do you have?' I asked. I'm sure I was salivating as the man listed off almost every favorite food of mine. I might not be able to secede. "I'll have three eggs scrambled, bacon, a cinnamon roll, a biscuit or two and a… blueberry muffin with some jasmine tea."
'Coming right up," he said and was off. Ralph, I noticed, already had a huge plate of food and it wasn't even halfway gone yet.
"Where are Simon and Romaine?" I wondered looking around. Only Ralph and I were out here.
'Romaine just got out of surgery to repair what Pierre did to her when he had her captive. She had a broken rib, massive cuts on her back that needed skin grafts and a spine injury. Simon's taking care of her."
"They have a surgical theater on this ship?' Actually I shouldn't be surprised because this ship was huge, and a Navy ship too. The waiter came back with my tea and food. "Thanks," I said sweetly.
"Have you seen Jared?" Ralph asked once we were alone.
'Not since we got on here," I said. I took out my new (like five seconds old) Android phone. Apparently the country had given smart phones to all of us as a "sorry we crashed your plane and that you had to go to Hell and back" gift. All my contacts were already plugged in to the phone when I'd found it on my bed. 'Want me to text him?"
'Go ahead."
Where are you? I typed to Jared and sent it. Right as that sent, I got a text from my mother. She had been the first I texted to say I was okay. She had sent me this text: we miss you. Where are you all headed?
'Where are we going?' I asked Ralph.
"To a safe house somewhere I guess," he said shrugging.
I was about to reply to my mother when another text came in. This was from Jared Higgins. Watching Resident Evil with Simon and Romaine. Where are you?
'They're watching a movie," I reported to Ralph.
'Where's the Queen?" he was referring to Seraphim Danton, my best friend. Maybe if I texted Jared he'd know. So that was what I did. He was quick to reply, she's in surgery getting her arm popped back in to place.
Ouch.
How long has she been there? I replied to the message. "She's getting her arm fixed," I told Ralph, "The French popped it out of place, well one of them did.'
I got another text, from Jared: she's out.
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