Thread: Deserted Island

Giulia sat on the comfortable seats of the aircraft and immediately looked outside the window with the eyes of those that says goodbye to their land before a long adventure. She was on her own for this once-in-a-lifetime travel to Japan, where the Visual and Media Arts Expo was about to begin and excitement for this almost sudden decision, the thrill of being so far away in a country so different from her northern-italian flatland sprinkled by tiny cities and its rather slow pacing trough time... she almost daydreamt about the legendary japanese night-districts filled by lights, the bullet trains, the perfectly timed transportations... Giulia sighed and fully leaned against the seat as the hostess smiled at her and made her buckle the belt, Ci siamo... whispered the girl with a smile, as the aircraft's engines started to push the vehicle over the rolling lane and soon took off. Hours passed and ran one after the other, with her Mp3 in her ears and her Guide for Gaijin in order to be at least not rude in that land made of honor and good manners. But in front of her eyes, the girl saw the hostess run and say something to the passengers casually removing her earphones, Giulia heard the nervous woman ordering cinture! CINTURE! the emotions in her voice was clear and immediately she went for her seatbelt and with a click, she looked outside but nothing seemed out of place. Then... it happened Giulia opened her eyes with a gasp, ...un incubo... un dannato incubo but the thought of having suffered a bad dream while on her trip soon vanished into thin air, as muscle pains and bruises started to pulse on her skin, warning her of her conditions. Immediately, her heartbeat ran and thumped in her ears as her rounded, brown eyes burned for the saltwater and the incredible warmth of the sun spreading trough the black hoodie she wore, making the italian girl feel like in an oven. Panic immediately took over as her eyes, unable to focus and still foggy, searched around for signs of what actually happened... other passengers... someone... Rising to her feets with a pained groan, Giulia noticed that her left shoe was missing but there were no other signs of wounds or breaks just another thing was missing her glasses. Like a mole, blinded by the saltwater and the scorching sun, she tried to spot the thick black frame in the white sand around her and, luckily, they lied at her feets, probably falling from her tiny nose before she woke. Putting the thick glasses in place, her eyes started to understand the location the white sand glared under the sun like a mirror, and the interiors of the beach seemed a forest of palms... not a sound but the sound of the sea. ...e...hei screamed her as soon as she saw someone over the sand less than a hundred meters away from her. She ran toward the figure, hoping not to see a crab exiting from its mouth like the clich in every single island-crash movie since the '70s. Ignoring the pain coming from her every muscle in her legs and arms, she approached the figure that seemed breathing HEI! Cosa....cosa successo!? ...stai bene? she was almost touching a shoulder to see if she was imagining his breathing when the passenger moved his head and... said something...