After Zoe and Beckett ate their fish, Beckett extinguished the fire.
Zoe curled into a ball, in an effort to stay warm in the cold Caribbean night.
Beckett grabbed the long, wide salty smelling East India Trading Company flag which he kept as a memory of who he was, or maybe what he was, and laid it across Zoe.
She raised her head as she smelt and felt the material.
"I don't want you to be cold," Beckett said gesturing to the flag spread across Zoe.
"It smells…"She replied her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the fabric. "Of sea water?"
"Well, yes." Beckett said shrugging. "It's the same one I fell in."
"So, let me guess," Zoe smiled. "You're marooned here."
"What was your first guess?" Beckett sighed.
Zoe smiled, and squirmed in the sand, trying to get into the most comfortable position.
Beckett went under the flag, and curled up to Zoe. Zoe's eyes shot open and sat up.
"What do you think you're doing?!" She yelled, her arms waving madly.
"I-I-I-I-I..." Beckett stuttered.
"So what, you think because we're on an island you can go all 'manly' on me, huh?" She snapped.
"No, no, no!" Beckett shook his head, unsure of what to say. "Listen, I rescued you, I could of left you to die,--"
"Oh no…!" Zoe stood up. "Don't play that game!" She went to run away, but Beckett grabbed her.
"Let go!" She demanded.
"No. I don't think so," Beckett said, pulling her down.
Zoe tried to run away, but she couldn't. Beckett just held her tightly, until she gave in, relaxed, and went to sleep in his arms.
The next morning, Zoe woke up. She looked around, the scorching molten sun beating on her head. She squinted, and looked for Beckett. He was nowhere to be found. She sat up, and took out a comb which she always kept with her. She was a pirate, but a neat, hygienic pirate. "Jack, I swear…" She muttered combing her matted hair viciously.
Zoe stood up, red in the face, from the heat, and rage.
"Hello." She heard a smooth, clear British accented voice from behind her.
She turned around to see Beckett. He was smiling. "Here." He handed her a coconut, sliced in half, filled with cool, refreshing, creamy milk.
Zoe looked down at the fruit, then grabbed it and drank greedily.
"Thank you," She gasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm.
"You're welcome." Beckett smiled sitting down.
"Don't think you're gonna get let off that easy!" Zoe snapped.
"What?!" Beckett asked, shocked.
"About last night." Zoe finished.
"Listen," Beckett interrupted. "I didn't ant you to be cold, or get sick, so I just cuddled you to keep you warm, OKAY?!"
"Whatever." Zoe shrugged carelessly.
Zoe decided to go explore the island. She walked around the perimeter of the isle, she bumped into Beckett.
"OW!" She grunted falling on her behind.
"Ahh!!!" Beckett yelled, flying backwards, and rolling, for he was much smaller than Zoe, and apparently did not have the same body weight as her, either.
Zoe sat up slowly, a little dazed. She put a hand to her head. "Ow. That wasn't fun."
Beckett had been launched into a palm tree, if that wasn't painful enough; four coconuts fell onto his head one at a time.
Zoe came running Beckett.
"Are you alright?" She panted.
"I think so." Beckett replied, rubbing his sore head.
"Let me see," Zoe said leaning in to inspect Beckett's head.
Beckett looked up with a devious smile. His somewhat damaged head just thought of something.
As Zoe looked at his head, and found nothing wrong. "You'll be alri--" She began, but was interrupted, by Beckett kissing her.