I opened my eyes and was greeted by the sight of tan colored sand. I coughed some and all that came up was water and I retched all over the sand I was lying on. I looked around at my surroundings, seeing palm trees and a cove at the end of the beach. I saw no one of human intelligence and I wondered where my comrades had gone. I stood up on half sturdy legs and noticed my clothes were shredded. I curse the boatman who tried to take us on that trip, goddamn dumbass. I planned on going to the Caribbean before I landed on this godforsaken beach. I and my fiancée planned on going on this trip for premarital thing, but we soon realized, that we weren't meant to be. We fought while on the ship and I hadn't seen him for days. I was worried, nonetheless, and went to his room to go see him, only to find him and some whore on the trip humping like bunnies. It sickened me, and I had no wanting to talk to him again, ever. That was a day before the ship sunk. The boatman, having no intelligence at all, ran us into a group of rocks not far from where I landed. There were so many people on that boat, not all of them could've died. I was skeptical to where they all were, unless they were roaming around like I was.

I decided to get up off the sand and venture for way of the cove. I assumed that something would be there. I didn't know whether I wanted it to greet me or not. I trudged through the sand on bruised legs, making my way for the cave. I peered around the corner of it, seeing nothing at first and going in. There was minimal light there and I could see the faint outline of a person. I walked closer, pulling the lighter I had from my pocket, surprised it wasn't water damaged like the rest of me, and lighting it. I screamed at the sight, so shocked that I ran away from the cove. I had never seen a human skeleton before, and now, seeing one on this island, made me weary. I looked for way of the palm tree forest, not wanting to go anywhere near it, let alone in it. My instincts alone told me I needed to go in there, the only thing near human would be found there. Even if it was monkeys. I walked wearily towards the forest, and into it. The sun was shielded immediately, and the only light that shone was through the trees. It was silence in here, and I got further into it, the sea sounds were gone. Every step I took sounded like gunshots and I was hesitant of going any further. I stopped when I heard cracking behind me, and hid near a group of trees and bushes. I waited, only hearing my breath before the cracking became evident again. I watched and waited as a shadow appeared in the trees, then showed them self before me. It was a man, a man of golden tanned skin and muscles that made my ex-fiancée look like a wimp, and mind you, he was a man made of muscle, but this one was bigger. He had war paint underneath his eyes that looked like a sports player did back in the states. He had what looked like dried blood on his chest, making weird tribal looking signs. His hair was long, brown and untamed but had a headband made of vines around it. He wore what look like a pair of shredded shorts, but near enough to be a loincloth. I could see the faint outline of tattoos on his arms, but only a few, nothing to be seen by any man. He looked around anxiously, looking to the sky and to the ground. I held my breath waiting for his investigation to stop. He stared right in my direction and I shut my eyes. I heard cracking and it faded and I knew this man was gone. I opened my eyes to see the forest floor, leaves and branches, and nothing else. I let my breath go, sighing deeply, and coming out from my hiding spot. I stood in the clearing looking to the sky and the beauty the blue of it held, until I was tackled to the ground and bound.

I struggled viciously, not knowing where I was and I couldn't utter a sound. They tied cloth to my eyes and mouth, leaving my nose for me to breath; thankfully. They began to drag me through the brush and I could feel the stones digging into my sides and back and the branches breaking on me and underneath me. I didn't stop the struggle, but it seemed to make them go faster than any normal man pulling a woman would've gone. The minutes went by, my struggle continued, and my body told me to stop. Soon enough, my captor and I stopped. I struggled even more, if possible, trying to get out of my bounds. I could hear soft foot steps in the sand that we now reached. I could feel the presence of someone in front of me and I could tell they bent down to me. Carefully, they undid my blindfold and I saw the same man I saw earlier in the clearing. I tried to scream and yell obscenities, but all was muffled by the gag. He smirked down at me and removed it from my mouth. The first thing to come out of my mouth was an angered scream.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Bounding me in the middle of nowhere!? Let me go now!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I didn't know if he understood, or if he could even speak any language in the book. He smirked anyways and walked away from me. I watched him go, still screaming. He went into a hut and I could tell it was made by humans. I continued to scream but let my eyes wander on my surroundings. It seemed like a primitive village that they took me to. Huts scattered around and fruit lying in the middle of it on a mat. I saw a stream further in the distance, but no human was to be scene or heard. No one but me.

Soon enough, night fell and I started to feel cold, developing a shiver. All I could see was a little light illuminating my captors hut. I watched as the light flickered, and I knew he'd have candles in there. I shivered in my spot on the sand and I watched and waited. The door suddenly opened, making light pour out on the sand not fair from me. The man came out, carrying water and fruit, and putting it next to me, kneeling to me.
"Don't scream." He said in the same accent my comrades had had, and my mouth opened to say something but he put his hand on it, silencing me. I nodded, as he undid my bounding. I sat up and watched his every move as he handed me the water and food.
"Why should I eat this? Why should I drink this? I don't know who you are, and you just manhandled me." I said in all seriousness.
"I had to, I had no choice."
"Like hell!" He shook his head and got up to walk away. "You're just going to leave me out here? Not uttering who you are, what this place is, or anything?" He turned on his heel and came to me.
"Come then." He muttered grabbing the dishes and walking back to his hut. I sat there in silence for a moment while he disappeared in, leaving the door open for me. I got up reluctantly, and painfully, and tottered to his home.

"Who are you?" I asked as I went into the hut. It had everything a normal house would have in its capacity, just made out of bamboo, or what appeared to be.
"I'm a man, I came from the states. I was born and raised there, and now I'm here." He said idly as he sat on his chair. "You seem to be from somewhere else, your accent?"
"I'm English, but I'm from the states."
"How did you end up here?"
"I went on a cruise, and it was shipwrecked. I have no idea where anyone else is though." He smiled at my accent of the words that I spoke. "Have you never heard an English woman before?"
"Not in a long, long time."
"How long have you been here?"
"Years, no one's ever come to find me. I made my home here, there really isn't anyone else. Anyone that came here tried to find help and refuge, and I never saw them again." He put his head down.
"I'm sorry, but it is a bit primitive from the customs we have at home."
"I know, but I have no choice in staying here."
"So there isn't anyone else living here?"
"There are the natives, but they don't come near me. Surprisingly enough though...because they call me their God." He shook his head and smiled. "I'm no God." Well you saved me...
"So what is your name then?"
"Brian, but they call me Synyster... and I don't know why."
"That sounds evil for a 'God'." He smiled.
"I don't know, but what's your name?" He inquired to me.
"Jessica. Simply put."
"What a nice name..." He said to himself.
"Well thank you, but really, we need to find out if anyone's on this island from the wreck. My bloody ex-fiancée is roaming around somewhere." He raised his brow for only a second.
"That's a job for another day. Eat and drink, regain yourself." He said and walked out of the hut, leaving me to myself.

I awoke the next, refreshed as ever, not knowing why. I got up to leave the hut but my whole body raked of aches. It slowed me down some, but I still made it out. I saw Brian putting what looked like clothes out on a tree stump. He looked behind himself at me and motioned me over to join him. I came over and saw what he was putting out. They were indeed clothes, but not ones I would wear. "These are for you. I know it's probably not what you'd wear, but it's all we have." You read my mind... I looked down at my shredded clothes and knew I'd have to wear the ones he provided for me for the time being. I took them out of his hands and went back into the hut to change. I came back out, feeling over exposed. "The natives made it, I'm sorry if it's a little revealing." He apologized as I walked out to meet him again. He saw me and looked shocked, his mouth hanging open as I walked next to him. The clothes were very small. They were tan and short, showing my stomach and legs, making me feel self-conscious.
"Close your mouth. We need to figure out how we're going to find the other people who crashed." He shook his head and nodded. I took my seat on the stump and waited for him to make some action.
"Yes, I did think about that last night. We need to search as much of the island as we can before nightfall. I've instructed some of the natives to-"
"Oh no you don't! I'm not leaving you; you're the only one on this island that I know can speak English and get his way around this place. You think I'm that much of a fool to let you leave me here, or to search with some native who doesn't speak a word of English?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you didn't want that..." He bowed his head for a second.
"No way in hells name. Come on now, we have to go find those people." I said getting off of the stump and instructing him to walk with me. I had no idea where I was going, and I knew he could tell. He laughed a bit to himself as I walked around aimlessly and he took my hand and guided me to the native's village next to his. It looked the same as Brian's, but with more room and more huts. Of course, to accompany more people. He spoke harshly in a language I couldn't understand, or begin to, and five husky looking men came out of their respective huts. They all look to me with minimal interest and then looked to Brian. He spoke again in that same language and all five of them went off in separate directions. I stood there dumbfounded by what had just happen, and realized that Brian was still holding my hand. I let it drop and he didn't notice but only led me in another direction that the natives didn't go.
"Well, we have to go and try to find those people. I hope we do before the natives do. They have a tendency to knock people out, and then bring them to me. Like some sort of sacrifice." I gulped and he smiled. "Not that I've taken any as that, but they seem to take it that way. I don't ever condole in violence, regardless of where I am." I sighed, feeling relived that I wouldn't be chopped up and sent into a vat of hotness for their God.

We walked around the beach countless times, searching. Our search became pointless, because no one was there. "They're most likely hiding in the brush." Brian said as we walked back to camp. It was reaching darkness, and even for him, it wasn't safe out on an un-chartered island in the dark. "They're scared for their lives; the only thing they can do is hide."
"I'd expect so. That's what I did, I just want to find him, anyone and make sure they're safe." I sighed as did Brian.
"You know, I haven't seen normal human contact in years...much less a woman. I want to thank you for your company."
"My company? I thank you for saving me. You have my life." He smiled big as we reached the sands of the village.
"I had to. Another human inhabitant is always something hard to come by."
"Well, as long as we're through here. I think I'm going to go to bed." I said lightly and smiled. I started to walk away but heard him cough, as if wanting to get my attention.
"Can I come with you?" I stood there, staring at him for a moment. I was shocked to say the least. My savior in waiting wanted to sleep in the same bed as me. He was attractive, but very lonely. I could give him that much for my life.
"Of course." He beamed, and I took him by the hand and led him into the hut with me.

I awoke the next morning, looking down and seeing weight was on me. My first reaction was that it was my fiancée, but I saw the brown matted hair of Brian. His head was on my chest as he slept soundly, his arms around my waist. I had my arms around his torso as I slept contently for the first night in the hut. I wasn't used to being alone, my fiancée and I were together for years. On the ship and in this hut, was the first time I had spent the nights alone. It was nice that I had someone to hold at night, nice to have someone hold me. This man hadn't had a woman for years, and now I was the only woman here, besides the natives. Who Brian wouldn't go near, to my guess. Maybe this man was my savior, maybe he was my downfall; right now, I didn't care. I had the warmth of another person, a person who I'd become fond of, and I was content for the first time in weeks. He was there for comfort, and that's what he provided for me, and I hoped I provided it for him.

It was bright in the morning, the overly hot sun beating down on my back. Brian had his hand in mine again, as we walked through the brush. We began our search so that we would have time to look all day for survivors, or lack there of. He brought me up to him, and I stood by his side. I was about to ask him why he was so tense, and he shushed me. I instantly shut up and he walked forward, dropping my hand. He stabbed the brush timidly, noticing no movement. He pushed it aside with the side of his foot, and I saw the faint outline of a body from the denseness of it. I began to walk closer and he motioned for me to stop walking. I did so, and stood silent. He can back to me minutes later. "Someone tried to get out here, and they died from malnutrition and lack of water." He put his head down. I walked slowly towards the body, and screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldn't move I was frozen. I looked into his dead dark eyes, the ones that were once filled with so much life. I turned around and screamed again. I felt my knees buckle and I was soon on the earthen floor, tears streaming from my eyes. I looked back for one last time at the body of Zachary Baker, my ex-fiancée.

I sat on the cot and rocked back and forth as sobs raked my body. I had been sitting there, sobbing for hours on end. I didn't know how long I was there for, and I didn't care. I just remember how his raven hair fell back into his dead eyes. His eyes, his eyes were the one thing I was going to miss most. The excellent shade of green held everything I loved in him. It showed me his soul. I continued to cry, remembering the times we had as someone knocked on the hut door. I didn't answer, because I knew who it was. Brian came in, looked at me once, and then sat next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, and my instinct was to go for him for comfort and I did. I cried on his tan skin, and the tears went down his chest and onto the dried war paint. It began to trickle down his chest, the faded red. I watched it and stared, and then I looked somewhere else. I looked to my hand which lie in his lap, and saw the engagement ring still adorning it. I broke down some more and I could feel Brian kissing my head as I lay down in his lap.

I awoke later on, my eyes burned from the tears that escaped them. I looked around the hut in darkness, and saw a form lying on the ground. I knew it was Brian; he must've been exhausted from helping me through my struggles. I got off the cot and went over to him, I hugged him in his sleep and he awoke instantly. He looked into my eyes, and I back into his. I grabbed him by the hand and took him to the cot with me and we lay down together. "Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to me." I said quietly as my palms lay flat on his chest. "You saved my life. You comfort me when I lose someone. None of my comrades could've done that for me. No man could ever do that for me." He smiled at me in the darkness with his overly white teeth.
"Well I'm not an ordinary man then, am I?" He asked and I smiled too. He leaned into me, and I to him, and we kissed very lightly. We broke apart, and he looked like a deer in head lights. I laughed and he did too as we both closed our eyes ready for sleep. That kiss meant so much, I cherished it. I hadn't felt anything that sincere in a long time. Maybe it was because he saved my life, maybe it was because he cared, or maybe it was because I was falling for him.

I walked around the village, seeing the sights and seeing all the village people look at me with minimal interest. I couldn't mope around because Zack was gone. It was done with, and I couldn't do anything about it. I hated feeling that way, but we had ended it. I hated that too, we ended anything we had and on bad terms no less. Then the next time I see him is when I see his corpse; but I couldn't think of that. Not now, I had to think of the good times, not the bad ones. I couldn't become sullen and broken away from the world, not when I had to start a new life here. I had to adapt to everything all over again, and morning over Zack wouldn't help me at all. I walked past the woman of the village and to the mat where they kept all of the food. I gathered some fruits and grasses in my arms and went venturing back for the hut. I saw Brian coming near me as I got closer, and he was carrying a bundle of bamboo over his shoulder. "What's that--?"
"One of the villager's huts collapsed last night, I need to help fix it up." He nodded to me and went back on his way. He didn't speak of what happened last night, and neither did I. I had barely time to talk to him all day, with him being gone. I awoke and he wasn't there, so I made a makeshift bath and went to look for him. I couldn't find him anywhere, so I decided on gathering some food for us. This was the first time I had seen him all day, and even now, he was distant. I sighed and went back to the hut, setting the food on the table. I sat on the bed, hoping Brian would be back soon than later.

It was night before Brian had come back, bearing unlit candles in his arms. "I salvaged these from the ship wreckage." He said to me as he set them on the table next to the dwindling amount of fruit.
"But aren't the wicks soaked through?"
"No, I set them out to dry all day." I nodded as he lit some, scattering them about the room.
"Where were you all day?" I was already starting to act like I had to Zack when he left me for a day.
"I had to help with the hut, like I told you. It took all day."
"Aren't we going to address what happened last night?"
"Why?"
"You haven't kissed a woman in a long time Brian; I thought you'd have some feelings about what had happened."
"I do. I just don't know what to say to you. I've known you for a little longer than a week. I'm still human. I still know how things go."
"I didn't say you weren't."
"I thought you would want some alone time, considering what happened earlier today anyway."
"I cried all the time till I saw you this afternoon. I can't have anymore time to mourn. I just can't. It's just better if I let it go. I need to move on."
"Move on? With this," he motioned around the room. "With everything? With me?" I nodded and he smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that." He came over to me and hugged me around my waist, lifting me up at once. I started to laugh as he spun me around like it was our wedding night.

8 MONTHS LATER
I stood on the sand, waving to the helicopter above us with Brian and the rest of the villagers. It came down, swooping sand all around us as I clung hard to Brian like he would jump onto that plane and leave me. I had grown accustomed to things on this island, it was my home. I didn't want anything more than to have Brian here with me. I had fallen in love with this man like I had predicted. One thing let to another, and we had a child on the way. I was in basic full swing and I couldn't have been happier. The pilot came to us cautiously, and speaking to us all very slow. "Man, we speak English thanks." I said to him and smiled as he came over to me and Brian as the villagers waited in the dust.
"Do you need help? Is everyone here okay?" he asked frantically.
"We're fine. We've been living here for months." Brian said simply as if it was nothing. Hell, it wasn't anything. We were regular people, living on a desolate island.
"Do you need me to evacuate? Do you need first aid? Did anyone die?" he continued his frantic tone, and I laughed at the simple man.
"We're fine, we're good. Do you have anything for birthing? I've only seen it once and I'm due in time." The man looked at for the first time with a look of sympathy. I didn't know why, why be sympathetic?
"You're going to have child, ma'm? You all need to come with me, now." He went to take my hand and I shushed him away.
"Who said we were going with you?" All I wanted was to stay on this island with the man I loved and to bring my child into this simple world. All I wanted was to stay.