Summary:
Probably the idea of the deserted island came to me from the interrogation on Fury's 'THE' Lie Detector, when everybody was asked what he or she would do if they were washed on a deserted island, and what they would find in a box on that island.
May and Ward showed their killer habits, saying that in the box they would find a machete and a pistol, respectively.
Impressive were the answers about what difference each of them thinks there is between an egg and a rock: May the Specialist says: "Edible. Not."
But Ward was the one with the most lethal vision, saying: "Egg's a food. Rock's a weapon."
Really Garrett made the killer instinct sink down in him!
Comments are greatly appreciated: please, let me know what you think!
Chapter:
The next morning it was her who woke up earlier, and that was a first!
She opened her eyes and saw a huge, immense red sky above her.
It was like being catapulted in Heaven!
She admired that wonderful spectacle until it lasted.
Then she felt an arm on her belly and raised a little her head to take a look: Ward was protectively embracing her, still asleep…
And they were lying on a beach covered in rose sand and…
Rose sand, indeed!
Like on Harbor Island, Bahamas!
She had never been surrounded by so many wonders of nature!
The air was pleasurably warm and the water that wetted her from the waist down was transparent, limpid, and the lapping of the waves so relaxing, so soothing, so caressing! She remained immobile for some instants, listening to that sound…
She had missed it so much…
She turned slowly her head and finally dared to watch him…
His face was turned in her direction, only an inch apart, with only a little sand on his right cheek, so she could study every detail of it…
Goodness, he was so beautiful!
He seemed so young, so serene… the lines on his forehead smoothed… his breath regular and quiet, almost imperceptible, noticeable only by the rhythmic movement of his naked shoulders and chest… his eyes closed that revealed his peaceful rest… his lips slightly smiling.
She wondered what he was dreaming of…
He saved her life.
Again.
She owed him.
The sun was rising and it colored the water of fantastic nuances.
She wanted to sit up slowly, to sneak away, but couldn't.
But, feeling her movements he woke up, opened his eyes, looked at her, slowly rolled on his back, leant on his elbows and smiled tenderly.
"Good morning!" he greeted, his voice a little hoarse.
"Morning…" she answered, cautiously, looking down.
"Oh, please!
Try at least to fake a little bit of enthusiasm!
After all, this was our first night together!"
And he laughed!
He actually laughed!
His baritone voice ringed in her ears and she found herself lost in that sound.
"You wish!" she said looking into his eyes defiantly.
But she couldn't prevent herself from smiling.
"It is useless to try to stem an avalanche.
Some things are meant to be.
…
But, for now, the more urgent thing to do is to take a look around, to see what we are dealing with", he said matter-of-factly.
Then he stood up, holding out his hand to help her doing the same.
She grabbed it and stood near him…
Perfect! She had now his sunburnt bare neck and arms and chest exactly at eye level to admire, and this was not conducive to her concentration!
That place looked really an earthly Paradise.
They started walking on the shore, anticlockwise, looking around and noticing in the distance some coconut trees.
"If we are lucky, we will soon have breakfast! And, more importantly, something to drink" he said.
Luck was effectively on their side: on those trees there were several coconuts and Ward approached one of the trees to climb it.
At that, Skye put a hand on his shoulder and said, with a May-like look:
"Let me."
He desisted from his attempt, while she sent a small shockwave towards the fruits, making them all fall on the ground.
"Wonderful! You've saved me a hassle" he commented, smiling delighted at her.
Ward tried carefully to make a hole in one of them with a pointed stone he tried to use as a chisel and another one that served as a hammer, but these means were poor and he was finding it very difficult to complete the task.
So, again, Skye took the coconut from his hands and, with an even more May-like look, said:
"Let me."
And, with a micro shockwave from her pinkie, she made a hole in the coconut.
She gave it to him raising one of her eyebrows.
"Amazing" he smiled again, mischiefully, this time.
They started drinking the coconut milk inside, passing the coconut between them.
Oh, that was so refreshing!
Skye felt reviving.
At that point, however, it was necessary to break the hard nut that contained the pulp.
Ward didn't even try to do that and gave it to her.
"Please, I let you."
So she, for the umpteenth time, grabbed the nut in her hands, and with a small shockwave cracked it so that they could eat the pulp.
The world seemed a much better place to live in, after that.
"So, what are we supposed to do, now?" she asked more serenely.
"First of all, those coconuts can serve us as food and drink for several days, if we don't find soon something else.
Secondly we have to find some high place to take a look around.
See? That mountain can do the job.
Third: while we travel there, we must understand what kind of flora and fauna we are immersed in; if there is some edible vegetables, berries or roots; if there are animals to kill and eat, and, more importantly, that cannot do the same to us!
Fourth: it is also very important to find fresh water: this place is hot and humid and perspiration will make us lose a lot of liquids."
"Excellent risk analysis, super spy!
But we need also a way to carry with us some coconut, in case we get lost in the woods!"
"Here!" and he produced a backpack.
"I grabbed this before we jumped. Let's see what we have here" and started emptying it.
"Ok: we have a knife, a rope, a lighter, a wire, a vest, a little saw, a sharpener, a thin sleeping bag, sachets of water purifiers… and some… condoms…"
"Condoms?"
"Yeah. Our friend was undoubtedly farsighted.
Condoms can be very helpful in situation like ours", he said, looking seductively at her.
She raised both her eyebrows, now, and said, decidedly:
"Abandon any hope about that!"
"We'll see", he answered, smiling mischiefully, and continued:
"Give me the coconuts: I will pack them here."
Ward wore the vest and then they started to walk towards the mountain.
They were both barefoot, so they had to pay a lot of attention not to wound their feet during the trip. But they managed to climb the rock mountain and have a good look around.
They were undoubtedly on an island: as far as the eye could see, all around and in every direction there was only a vast, infinite expanse of water.
That sight made feel to both of them an incredible sense of loneliness, like if they were the only survivors on the whole planet, and immediately that sensation cemented their union: each of them could only count on the other, in that forsaken place.
The island wasn't so big, too. It was of volcanic origin, but the vegetation was lush and probably there were also animals, hidden in the forest that covered the main part of the terrain.
That evening they stopped on a clearing at the top of the mountain and had to prepare there for the night, because darkness was already swallowing the light of the sky.
They found some dry firewood and lightened it.
Then they first drank then ate some coconuts.
They were alone, under the sky full of stars, while the fire, dancing, projected shadows and lights on their faces, softening their features and beautifying their complexion.
They were sitting together, watching hypnotized the flames, with their backs against a still hot rock wall that the sun mercilessly had hit all day. But at that time, in the cold of the night, it gave off a pleasant warmth.
They were both tired, because the day had been tough, with all that walking and climbing. Often they had to help each other, or, better: he had to help her, mostly.
Anyway, they were tired, but neither of them wanted to admit it.
At last, Ward grabbed the thin sleeping bag from the backpack and handed it to her:
"Go to sleep. You must be tired."
"And you? Where will you sleep? You must be tired, too!"
"Of course I am. But I am used to poor sleeping arrangements, so you will take it. I will sleep on the grass."
Skye took the sleeping bag and analyzed it: it was not so small as it could seem, so she said:
"You will sleep with me, inside this"
"What?
No…
Sorry, but I would prefer not to invade your privacy…"
"Oh, please, Ward!
Do not pretend that we are strangers to one another!
Don't you remember the last night we met, when you took me out to dinner, then out in the patio, then to your house…? You weren't so shy, then!
Moreover, the night is really chill and I'm cold.
While you're warm…"
Ward observed her for a little while, then nodded:
"Ok, if you don't mind that…"
They prepared for the night, taking away only some of their clothes, the most external and dirty, and settled down.
Skye remained only with her sporting underwear, while Ward kept his slips. They tried not to peep at each other while they were divesting…
At the beginning they kept some distance, both supine, because the sleeping bag was big enough.
But after a while Skye rolled on her side to look at him.