Thread: Island for Two (Mel x Midnight Lass)

Hannah groaned. She decided she shouldn't have drank as much she had. Her whole body ached. What exactly had she drunk, and how much had she drunk of it? As Hannah raised herself off her bed, deciding that a half hour under the shower would get her feeling human again, she got a shock. She wasn't in her bed, or even in her cabin. The memories of what had happened hit Hannah. She groaned as she held her head, as the memories of what had happened felt like they literally hit her. There were a lot of ways Hannah would have liked to celebrate her eighteenth birthday, but a cruise with her family was not one of them. Especially since her new stepmother only wanted Hannah there to take care of her children, as Hannah's father and stepmother went out at nights. Hannah had expected to spend the night of her eighteenth birthday watching her new step-siblings, but instead she was invited to eat the Captain's table. This infuriated her stepmother to no end, since her stepmother was only going to be able to eat at the Captain's table if Hannah went. So Hannah went to the Captain's table. Hannah's dress was much plainer than her stepmother's, but she still outshone her stepmother, and the older woman knew it. So Hannah had to put up with her stepmother's continual passive-aggressive sniping. Finally, the Captain took pity on her, and asked her for a dance. As Hannah's stepmother's eyes bore holes in her, Hannah allowed herself to be taken on the dance floor. Hannah was soon laughing in the Captain's arms, and she could only wish that her father was more like the older man she was dancing with. When the dance ended, Hannah made an excuse to go up on deck, while the Captain returned to the table. Hannah drew more than a few glances as she went up on the observation deck, which was understandable. Her petite but curvaceous form, her warm, brown skin, the long, dark black hair that fell to the top of her bountiful breasts, her sparkling green eyes set in a beautiful face, all of these drew the male eye. But Hannah wasn't in the mood to draw the male eye tonight. At some point, she was going to have face her stepmother's poisonous attitude. When she caught a blonde man her own age perving on her, she rolled her eyes and moved somewhere where she could be alone. And then something had hit. Maybe it was a rogue wave, or a ship malfunction, or something else completely. Hannah would never know. One moment she was looking over a rail, the next she was floundering in the water, trying to keep her head above the waves. And then blackness overtook her. The next thing she knew, she was waking up, salt and sand in her hair, her mouth...everywhere.. It took her a minute, but she was finally able to get to her feet. Looking down, she didn't look or feel as if she had been hurt too badly. Her dress was in shreds, but her modesty was still intact. Not that it looked as if she had to worry about anyone noticing her modesty or lack thereof. All she saw was sand and waves and rain forest for as far as the eye could see. There was no ship on the horizon, and no sign of any other individual. And then she saw something in the distance. A figure moving in the distance. Hello? Hello? she shouted, running in the direction of the distant figure.