Thread: Deserted Island

Estoy bien, simplemente cansado... Alejandro tried to calm down the women around him, as he thought he was just exhausted, even if the lack of water and the sun had made a number on him. He looked wide eyed at the Asian one, who seemingly had managed to create somewhat machete looking, and he sipped into the sweet liquid eagerly. Gracias, pero... he turned to the younger one, seeing her trace his drawing with her finger. Maybe she managed to understand him, as she went towards the water. Alejandro rested, at least his body did, taking a few sips more of coconut water, massaging his knees from time to time. His mind was restless, trying to focus his blurry vision on the girl on the distance, watching a snowflake struggle against the heat, among the waves, pulling pieces of luggage out of the salt water like nothing. The liquid and the rest in the shadow were helping, and Alejandro started to recover the full use of his senses when he saw the red, white and green of his suitcase, the flag of his people appear above the shoreline. Amatxo maitea he mumbled in Basque, something that he didn't usually do unless he was with other of the few speakers or just agitated. Once the girl came back, Alejandro couldn't help but be doubly shocked. He wasn't just touched by the fact that the brave and mighty girl had understood him, managing to retrieve his things, but she was also completely naked, in the commotion and confusion he didn't see her remove the last of her clothes. He was excited by the show, although too tired and shocked to get a physical response, but he could briefly admire how strong and beautiful the pale girl looked. His own bashfulness made Alejandro focus on her face where her joyful smile made wrinkles frame her clear eyes, a sight that would make him blush even harder if he wasn't already beet red with the heat and sunstroke. As the Italian girl covered her with the missing long shirt, Alejandro finally reacted, struggling to lean forward and hug the little girl, trapping the white garment between the two of them. Backing off, he looked at her eyes with his watery ones. Gracias! Gracias! he nodded, turning to the suitcase with trembling hands. He soon opened it, showing that there was nothing extraordinary at sight beyond a bunch of wrinkly boring clothes, not too far from what he was wearing at the moment. Rummaging through the contents, setting aside a toilet kit with the usual stuff, he found what he was looking for at the very end of it. He reverently retrieved a rectangular cloth case, all black but a golden embroidery on it. He traced a finger over the thread, clearly a handmade add on and not a part the original design. Alejandro he voiced his own name, as that was the word embroidered on the case. Unzipping it, he carefully unfolded it, showing that the contents were a set of chef knives, a gift of his mother even if the women around didn't know that. A couple of tears fell from his face to one of the utensils, and he soon cleaned it, then his face. Even if they wouldn't understand what he could say, Alejandro was wordless, and took a knife out of the lot before closing it and leaving it to a side. Taking the knife with both hands, he reverently offered it to the young girl. Even if all of them would have a use for those tools, and even if Alejandro was quite emotional they were just knives in the end, he wanted the girl to have that one with her, as a gesture of thanks. Silently nodding, keeping his tears at bay, he noticed that he didn't know the names of the women around, and that should be easy enough to convey. Alejandro he repeated once more, touching his chest. The heartfelt moment started to fade, when a whistling sound broke over the noise of the waves and the wind.