[M4F/T] Shipwrecked on a lone island, with just the two of us.

Being struck by a storm really wasn't on anyone their plans, neither yours nor mine. The surging tides, the rocking cruise ship, the roiling thunder - everything came crashing down at once.

I don't remember any more details then you did, the frightened screams and the water slowly soaking the large cruise ship. I remember a particularly large tide crashing down, I recall the stupidity of trying to witness the spectacle - curiosity winning the better of me, and a number of others.

Some were like you, rich third generation kids that could wipe their ass with cash. Some were like me, peasants on a family trip. Siblings and parents, a relaxing trip seaside vacation to unwind to the end of the summer days.

We were sent swimming - a powerful tide, a crushing wave. I don't remember what happened once we lost footing and tumbled off the ship. The waves rocked both of us, at one point you clung to me - but it was a mutual action. Clinging on each other while screaming bloody murder - I wonder if I was the one to pass out first, or if you were?

But at least I was the one to wake up first, in the middle of nowhere. Torn clothes, washed out and reeking of seawater. I had a fair number of concussions, some scratch marks and a few mild injuries here and there. Both of us shared the same situation, it's just that I found your view to be a little more worth to be appreciated.

Torn dress, wet dress ... a very pleasant view. Supple curves, shapely button and bountiful bosom. Your usual pretty girl, probably a bit spoiled. Entitled. Whatever you may call it. I felt a light headache rising, "... Stranded with baggage, at least not alone ..." I muttered, sighing and shaking my head.

The island didn't seem large, not small. It was decently sized. But it didn't show any signs of modern civilisation - an untouched paradise, where else would you find such a beautiful white beach? The display was gorgeous, and worrying. Was there enough food? I wondered, but deciding to put it off - shaking my head slightly and poking my partner in misfortune.

"Get up sleeping beauty, if you catch a cold here you can start digging a ditch to bury yourself in." I said lightly, briefly checking my pockets - finding that my wallet was gone, likely swimming while the phone was ruined from the water.

Stranded on an island.

What a tasteless joke.