26[M4F] - Shipwrecked!

The storm had been bad, really bad. Wind howled like a beast, lightening lit the sky as far as the eye could see, and the thunder rumbled so loud, Max was unable to sleep a wink. As morning came and the sky above the ocean grew pink, he rubbed his eyes and decided to walk along the beach to see what had washed up overnight.

It had been a year since Maxwell Jones had, himself washed up on these strange shores. The island was small, but full of life. It had taken him a few months to get used to being the only person alive on the tropical isle, but he had put his energy into building himself a bungalow and a small farm to feed himself and the half dozen or so monkeys that followed him about. All and all, he'd made a decent life for himself all the while waiting to be rescued.

Max scratched at his red beard before running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. I need to try cutting my hair again. he thought. He had always been tall and lean, but since living on the island he'd grown tight muscles in places he'd never had before. Max had abs which, was new for him. He would brag about it, if anyone on the island cared. He'd also grown rather tan which he wouldn't have thought possible prior to being shipwrecked.

Gathering driftwood for his fire under his arms, Max rounded a bend in the beach to where the coral reef had formed a nature bay. He squinted in the growing daylight, there was something strange sprawled out on his beach. It looked, it looked like... "A woman!?!?!" he dropped his load of wood and ran across the dark black sands towards her, hoping she was alive, and that he was no longer alone.