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Thread: Reefed In (dready+Nowfaleena)

The islander awakes from his slumber, smelling the scent of last night's rain on his nose whilst he dresses himself for the day. His slim form easily slips into the clothing he has made from some of the creatures on the island, as well as some of the wild sheep and boar that tend to dot the mountainous northern edge. As he walks from the cave he passes through the shack that appears to be the entrance from the outside, though the shack itself hides the cave behind it due to the moderate level of bulk it portrays. After he opens up the improvised door, which was made from the bulwark of a wrecked ship from a while back in time, he holds his hand over his eyes to scan the waters as he looks for any pieces of wreckage that are still floating about, knowing that travel between the islands without a boat or raft of some sort would be suicidal due to the sharks in the reef. Especially at this time of the year due to their mating habits and how they would last for the next week or so. The islander walks down from the treeline and his shack to the beach, his shape shadowing itself for a moment before scales spring from his skin and his body takes on a more reptilian appearance, though he continues to walk on his legs as an extended tail runs on the ground behind him, his form still slender and sleek as he runs across the hot sand. With his body as such he doesn't feel anything other than the comfort of the heat under his feet, the enjoyment of such something he prefers to have after he has scavenged what he could from the wreckage. It appears that as he was on the beach that a large piece of wreckage from the galleon of a ship had washed up onto a bed of coral and ascending stones from the waves of the ocean, which he quickly swims to and climbs onto as well. As he ventures through the body of the almost perpendicular piece of the vessel he traverses down into the dank section of the ship as he transforms his body to be human again, as the reptilian bit would have rendered him unable to move after a certain length of time whilst he picks up pieces of metal and iron. After a few moments of searching, the islander comes across a set of empty and broken cages except for one that has been slightly submerged for about an inch into the water as the waves have been blocked from surging into the vessel due to the angle of the break. The closed cage holds a figure inside of it, in which he doesn't pay attention to in the darkness of the vessel, just holding onto the lock on the outside of the cage and changing his hand to be a pincer which crushes the metal enough to allow him to open up the cage. A few more moments afterwards, the islander pulls the body to the shore as he keeps it above him as he swims, keeping to a minimum of splashing to not attract the sharks as best he can. Once he returns to the shore, he rests the body onto the shore and checks its chest with his ear, hearing a small level of breathing that begins to hasten slightly. He pulls his head back and rests the spoils he got from his searching on the other side of him, looking over the body to recognize that it is female. Barely clothed but female.
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The female he had dragged ashore looked rather young, at least nineteen years of age, if not a few years older. She had long red hair, though was currently soaked and clinging to her face and body, naturally pale skin, a pretty little face that was dotted with some freckles, long eyelashes, arched brows, and a slender neck, wrapped tightly around her neck was a metal collar. Her eyes were closed so the color of her eyes were a mystery. Her body, from what he would be able to see underneath the slim amount of clothing that now clung to her was youthful looking, with supple breasts, a thin waist, to thin really, slender hips, and long legs. But the more he looked at her the more he saw how pathetically thin she was, her legs, arms, waist, were dreadfully thin. Her cheeks and eyes had a sunken look to them. It appeared that the girl hadn't eaten in days. If that wasn't bad enough there was a rusted pair of handcuffs were around her wrist, biting into her skin, with a chain that ran up between her round breasts and eventually connected to her collar. Add the females appearance, the collar, and the hand cuffs, plus the fact that he found her trapped in a cage, and it became painfully obvious as to what she was. A slave. The ship must have crashed while carrying her, and possibly others to some unknown destination. A few minutes passed with her remaining unconscious, the only sound was her shallow breathing mixed with his, and the crashing of the was. Suddenly a noise broke through the silence, it was rough and harsh sounding. A cough. The girl was coughing, her eyes starting to open, he was able to see them for the first time, they were a deep forest green. The female weakly tried to push her body up with her cuffed hands, her body shaking with each cough she made, trying to clear her lungs. She hadn't noticed the man next to her yet, nor would she have known that he had saved her from drowning, or worse, being eaten by the sharks. Where am I? The girl asked herself with a voice that was musical. What happened? She couldn't remember what had brought her here it seemed, it was very likely that she was in shock. The slave looked around, her green eyes finally resting on the man. She quickly started to back away from him, her eyes filled with terror. Wwwho are you? What do you want with me? Her voice trembled with fear. I hope this is long enough.
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You haven't disappointed me in the least, madam. The man couldn't help but feel an immense amount of pity on her soul as he comes to recognize the makings of a slave, as well as one that was probably meant to be used just for sex and nothing more as her appearance showed that she wouldn't be able to resist any of what would be pushed apon or into her. He jumped from her cough as he looked over her body, wondering what sort of woman she was before capture, and thought that she wouldn't have been able to even remember. As she awoke, his own eyes flashed the forest green for a moment before returning to a gentle dark blue due to the coloring catching him off kilter for a moment. In his ears he felt a slight tingle as her voice sprang from her throat, and his gaze to her softens for a second as well having nothing melodic on his ears for who knows how long due to his isolation. Don't worry, he says to the girl, his voice feeling cracked for a moment before he coughs out some gathered phlegm before it clears well enough to be soothing and gentle on her own ears. I found you in the ship over there. He points to the broken section behind him as he lifts her up, his arm feeling stronger than the slim shape would portray. His current appearance hold shoulder length hair that is pulled back into a ponytail whilst his features appear to be taken smoothly to the elements, showing itself to be soft on the eyes. If anyone didn't know any better, they could have mistaken him to have been crafted from some of the softest sand imagined. He lifts her from the sand and walks with her in his arms, having to let the bindings on her wrists stay for the moment as all he could do would be able to manage is breaking her arm if he tried to use a pincher on them as well. You're on my island. Welcome, as I'll nurse you back to health as best as I can manage, he says whilst he carries her to the hut, pulling the door with his elbow before carrying her through the threshold as he sets her down on a mattress under the window, the mattress made from a combination of the wild wool and pieces of foliage found on the island. He rummages through one of the boxes before pulling out a skeleton key, and examines it for a moment, setting it back into the box as it appeared to be more of a door key than for handcuffs. I use to have a name, but I forgot it as I never needed to use it here... Feel free to call me what you want, though I would like to know yours as well, he says as he pulls a file from the box, as well as a pair of small pincers that look like they could get between the bolt and the holding on the handcuffs. He walks over and begins to file two of the sides of the bolt to allow for the pincer to get between them, soon cutting the bolt free and unclasping one of her wrists as he repeats the process to the other one.
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The slave looked over the man, at the wrecked ship section that the man pointed out, she didn't seem to notice the changing of the mans eyes, she was too absorbed in trying to remember what had happened to the ship, sighing in frustration when she couldn't remember, maybe she had been asleep when the ship crashed. The girl looked back at the man with her green eyes, taking in his appearance. The man had a slim stature, harsh but kind blue eyes. She couldn't gather anymore details about him because he suddenly picked her up and hoisted her into the air, he was a lot stronger then his appearance portrayed, the girl let out a yelp of surprise and terror, to weak to struggle or try to get away. She found it hard to believe that he was going to nurse her back to health, though she hoped that he wasn't lying. The girls frail body bounced against him as he carried her through the sand and toward what appeared to be a hut, they were soon inside the building and she was placed on the mattress made out of who knows what. This nearly dashed all hopes she had of him actually nursing her back to health, he just wanted to have sex her. She should have known. The slave little out a whimper and squeezed her eyes shut, she knew she was too weak to resist him. She heard him rummage through something and became even more scared, maybe he was going to kill her. Imagine her surprise when she heard the man talk to her in a friendly manner, even asking her for her name. Mmy name? Yyou want to know my name? Iit is Cordellia... The girl stammered out, her voice still quivering with fear, and she kept her eyes closed. At least until she felt one of her wrist freed of its metal constraints. Cordillia smiled as she felt the blood starting to flow back into her arms, though along with the relief there was pain. The cuffs had been so tight on her that they actually bit into the skin, her wrists were stained with rusts and small little cuts that welled up with blood. Wwhy are you helping me? She wasn't used to such kindness.
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All of the small sounds that she had made were mostly ignored by the islander, though when she begins to talk to him he looks to her eyes. Cordellia eh? he almost asks, getting a selection of wrappings from another box that he made from the cotton, wrapping it around her wrists after applying some sort of application to her injuries to stop the bleeding and numb the pain, though also her hands and fingers as well as her wrists. He keeps the wrappings in place with a pair of plant chords that he also made himself, putting it just inside of the edges of the cotton as they absorb in some of the blood. Well, I didn't have anything for myself to remember, except for part of the ship that I found less than a couple of days after I woke up on the beach. Some of it was broken off and don't make much sense at first until I found a few pieces here and there... I don't want my name to be Elegance De Cherta, he smiles and stands up in front of the mattress, one of the shelves above the bed holding some clothing as he looks through it, dropping one of his boar pelts to the mattress and then heading to the door. This is the door to the outside, as you know. The other door leads to the caves under the islands, though they are submerged at this time of year and won't be dry or even safe for about four more months. He looks to the beach nearby as he stands in the doorway. You're free to wander around with me until you're strong enough on your own to handle the boar or at least be able to escape them if you stay in the forest. The beach is the safest area other than here, as well as the fact that if you don't go into the waves of the water too deep you'll be safe from the sharks as well, he says whilst beginning to head out, poking his head in for a moment. I'll be getting us some food, and it'll be done in about an hour or so. Search through the clothing and other things for anything you'd require and join me on the beach once you're ready. He then heads from the door, closing it after himself, and walks down to the beach as he heads to one of the hollow trees, poking his hand inside and grabbing a spear and line attached to the end as he continues his short journey to the shore. When he arrives he starts to crawl on the rocks, his body changing to be reptilian for a moment as he finds it easier to crawl and grip onto the stones with some sort of claw. Within 30 minutes of work he has managed to get a few small fish at first, and has them already drying out on the shore for now as they die from suffocation. He continues to hunt for the fish as he finds a crab and lobster as well, stopping there to kill the crustaceans and head back to the beach, starting a fire with a bit of flint and tinder as he feeds it with dead branches from the storm as well as dried driftwood from the ship, soon having a roaring flame with the five pieces of prey cooking above it within an hour and a half, his form back to human as the sun allows for the shade of the trees to cover the shore.
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Cordellia starred at the door as the man left her. She was alone once more. Scared and alone, just like she had been on the ship. She picked up the clothes that he had placed in front of her and looked at them, trying to put the thoughts of her time on the ship out of her mind. Suddenly the coldness of her soaked clothes hit her, she had better get out of them and fast. The young woman stripped the meager clothes on her body off and quickly slipped on something warmer. Frankly as long as it was dry she didn't really care how it looked or what it felt like. As soon as she had her body was covered and she felt her body regain some strength, she wobbled toward the door, her body shaking with each step. The girl soon made her way out of the hut and walked down to the fire that she saw on the beach, she just hoped that it was the man that had rescued her and not the slave traders, if they had survived. As she hobbled over to the fire she couldn't help but let a small smile form on her face when she saw only one person there. The man that had saved her. She made her way down the beach and sat down next to him, nearly toppling over. Thank you for the clothes... Cordellia said with her musical voice, at the same time she adjusted the top a little, it had slipped a bit and showed a little bit of her supple flesh and she wanted to fix it. As she did so the fire light dancing beautifully across her skin, it almost made her appear to glow.
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The islander looks up to her as she approaches, his eyes catching her flesh when it exposes itself to him before he turns his attention back to the fire. Don't thank me yet. You're wearing some clothing that I wear often, he says and takes the three small fish from the fire on their sticks and sets the ends in the sand to let them cool down. I'll probably have enough to make you something more suitable for you to wear instead of my pelts. He continues to watch the fire, though his eyes dart back to her body as he finds it a little hard to focus on the fire and its cooking contents due to her form being rather beautiful even if it's too thin for anything other than viewing. He taps the side of one of the fish to check its temperature, and holds two of them to her on the stick, not wanting her to eat too much on the first day since she might not be able to have much at all for now. So, Cordellia, he says as he returns his gaze to the fire, ignoring the almost glowing woman next to him for the moment. Are you willing to stay on the island with me? He looks to her after asking the question, wanting to see her reaction as he could probably get her to another island in a few months once the underground caves clear themselves of the tides.
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Cordellia watched his hands as he cooked, not noticing that he was looking at her. The girl smiled faintly at the fact that she was wearing his clothes. No wonder they are a bit big, though then again I guess most clothes would be big on me now... The last part was said sadly. She really had lost a lot of weight ever since the slave traders kidnapped her. She knew that they had starved her for a reason, so that she would be too weak to struggle away, so that the person who would have bought her would be able to rape her without having to worry about the girl struggling. In many ways the ship crashing onto this island was a blessing, she didn't have to worry about being sold for sex any more. The girl took the two small fish, her stomach growling at the sight and smell. I-I am sorry about that...I-I haven't had anything to eat in a long time... She said, her face turning red. Cordellia cautiously took a bite of one of the fishes, smiling as the taste flooded into her mouth, but she made sure to eat slowly, she didn't want to make herself sick by eating to fast. The girl put the sticks in the sand and looked at the man. You want me to stay here with you? Why? I might just end up being a burden too you...I mean I am willing to stay here with you but I just don't understand why you want me here...um I don't even know what to call you...is there any name you want me to call you by?
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Just call me by what you wish, he smiles to her, handing another fish stick to her whilst he pulls the crab from the fire and allows the lobster to cook for a little bit longer, its shell mostly removed underneath as he watches the meat cook in the flames. I also highly doubt that you can be a burden, since I barely knew anything about survival other than how to start a fire and build a shack in front of the caves. He sighs as he looks to her. You'll do just fine, and I'll make sure that either you're fed well or that you can feed yourself with what this island has. After a few moments of sitting in silence he speaks up again. It's also lonely here, and I haven't had anything other than animals and they don't put up a good enough conversation in the first place, he says whilst looking to her, the lobster taken from the fire as he begins to eat his meal, pits and pieces of the meet slurping into his mouth as he almost drinks the slick pieces of flesh into his chewing mouth, swallowing once done and wiping his mouth with his arm. If it wouldn't be too much to ask, I'd like you to go back to the shack and rest as I finish scavenging the wreckage for anything useful. We might be able to use the iron bars as a sort of reinforcement to the shack during the heavier storms as well.
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Cordellia started to slowly eat her fish once more, finishing one and starting on the other as she tried to think of a name that she could call him. Would Jonathan be an alright name? She asked as she nibbled on her second fish, she hoped it would be suitable. And you seem to know a lot about surviving, at least more then I do. You can catch food, make a fire, and you have already built yourself a shelter. I doubt I could have done that. Though I would be honored if you taught me how to catch my own food, at least that way you wouldn't have to worry about me as much. She paused for a few minutes, thinking of what else to say. We are a lot alike in some ways you know. I haven't had anyone to talk to ever since I was kidnapped...well that is not exactly true. There were other slaves on the ship, plus the slave traders. But we weren't allowed to talk to the others or the traders...if we did we were hit... The girl involuntary flinched at the memory, as if she was reliving it, she quickly turned back to him, trying to push the memory aside. She finished the rest of her food and looked at the ground. I guess we both are both lonely. The slave said with a small chuckle. Wait why do you want me to leave you? I mean I don't mind but I am curious... She questioned, smiling weakly, she really didn't want to go back alone. It was starting to get dark and her fear only increased as the light diminished.
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Jonathan... he thinks to himself as she said such a name. I do believe it fits. He breaks into the crab shell and eats the small amount of its innards before tossing it into the fire. Well, the shelter I've made is safer than the beach at night, since crabs cannot get inside of the shack as well as centipedes and vermin due to the slew of things that I have blocking entry just outside of the walls and door, which you probably have noticed to be made of a rather durable material as well. Also, unless you wish to be resting on a cold beach and catching a cold yourself, you should rest inside a warm and comfortable place instead. He somewhat scolds her, though smiles afterward. There's some fruit inside as well, just in case you get hungry again before I return, unless you want me to stay with you for all of tonight, but it might get boring since I don't have much to do inside of the shack other than some partially broken games that I've found from wrecks.
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Oh...that is true. I never thought about it that way. Then again I have had no experience on living on an island before. Cordellia said she started to stand up, wobbling unsteadily on her feet. She was still a bit weak, though she had regained some of her energy. She turned around to face him as soon as she was upright, and bowed down to him, unknowingly giving Jonathan a pleasant view down the pelts at the pale flesh of her round breasts. Thank you so much for everything you have done for me, you have saved my life today when you didn't need too. And for that I am eternally in your debt. If there is anything you ever need of me do not hesitate to ask and I will do my very best to see that your needs are satisfied. The girl didn't realize that what she said could be construed into something sexual. Cordellia started to walk back to the hut, turning around one last time before she continued to make her was toward the shelter. She opened the door and stepped inside the hut, vanishing completely from his sight. The slave immediately headed toward the bed, she was feeling a bit exhausted, it seemed she had used up all of her energy just getting back here. She felt safe here, despite the fact that she was in a unknown island. At least there were no slave traders here, the had all died in the ship wreck. Or at least that is what she believed.