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Marooned Chapter 3
By Jonah
It was still dark. I had no way of knowing what time it was. A strange phosphoresce told me that the tide was back in again and waves were breaking only feet away from us. There was a crashing of water on the sand and on the rocks further along the beach. There was a moaning of the wind high up in the trees. There was the occcasional snap of a branch somewhere nearby. There was a quiet whimpering sound from the boy in my arms.
I drew him closer. Gently I kissed his forehead. He curled himself closer and held on tightly. A vivid flash lit up the beach. I cradled his head that he might not be frightened by the crash of thunder when it came. Then I remembered that thunder was one thing that would never frighten Ben. The crash was loud, and it rolled around for a while, but Ben heard nothing. The roof of the shelter shook but held fast. There was another flash, then another. I drew some of our clothing over us for warmth and held Ben tightly. Then as the flashes grew more vivid and the thunder louder, I came to my senses. I pulled Ben out of the shelter and lifted him to his feet. We ran down onto the beach and stood in the open. Raindrops soaked our naked bodies, but at least we could dry easily. A vivid flash was accompanied by a loud crash of thunder. A tree not fifty yards along the beach exploded into sudden flame. We sat and watched the lightning. It might have lasted an hour - maybe two. Deeper into the trees another one exploded, but too deep for us to see. It blazed for a short while until the water put it out. Eventually the flashes were less frequent and the rolls of thunder quieter. I was counting whole minutes between flash and crash. The rain still pattered on the beach but we heeded it not. It couldn't make us any wetter. With an arm round the boy's shoulder I walked us along the beach to where the rock pools were. The tide had turned and was on it's way out. We sat on the rocks and watched the reflection of the lightning out to sea. I realised that that must be what had awakened Ben. The noise of the storm was nothing to him, but give him a visual cue........
In spite of the wind and the rain, the rock felt warm to our bare skin. I lay down, pulling Ben into a tight embrace, then once more kissed his forehead. He responded by kissing me back, on the mouth this time. I lay back and gazed at trhe sky over his shoulder - too stunned to react, so in he came again. His mouth was over mine and his tongue was exploring my lips. I opened my mouth in surprise, and in he went. Now we were both holding each other tightly and locked in a passsionate kiss, and something else was happening. I was hard, but lying quite still. He was hard and grinding his little cocklet into my groin. I lay there and let it happen. I guessed that he would climax first, though he was too young to ejaculate, but I had reckoned without the kid's determination. Without breaking lip contact he had rolled to one side so that he could get his right hand to my cock. That is the point at which I should have stopped it. So help me, I did not. I could say nothing, because my mouth was full of tongues, but I could have pushed him off. No I couldn't. The spirit may have been willing and knew exactly what it had to do, but the flesh was weak. I could no more have pushed that boy off just then than I could have flapped my arms and flown back to Australia. A star was in the sky. I lay still. The climax had been sticky and, with my eyes closed I didn't see how Ben dealt with that, but when I opened my eyes he was lying next to me, gazing up at the sky and feeling the raindrops on his face and body. As the rain stopped the sky began to lighten in what I took to be the West. I rose and began to walk back to our camp. Ben ran and caught me up placing his hand in mine. We walked like that to the shelter. We had more or less dried off by the time we got there so. our bedding being fairly dry, we lay down and slept.
I woke, some time later, to find the sun high in the sky and Ben absent. I assumed he had wandered off to pee, but he appeared a few minutes later with a couple of bananas, and his shirt tied up into a bundle which contained what looked like mussels. I slapped him on the shoulder by way of congratulation and he looked pleased with himself. I put down the bundle for now and we shared the bananas for breakfast, using the skins to oil up our own skin. It was probable that all the firewood on the island was damp, but it would dry out during the day. We could cook the mussels later.
Breakfast and ablutions performed, Ben siezed my hand and began trying to pull me toward the beach. I resisted at first, but finally realised that he wanted to show me something. We walked together along the beach to the rock pools. Beyond the rocks the island opened up into another beach similar to our own but the tree line was much further back. On the higher side of the beach lay an inflatable dingy and a number of cargo pallets. The dinghy lay upside down and, if it had ever had any occupants, they were nowhere to be seen. I doubted it could have belonged to our aircraft. There could never have been time to deploy a dinghy, even if it carried one. In the pockets in the dinghy's interior were a medikit, six sets of emergency rations, a pack of SOLAS flares, two emergency blankets and an emergncy flashlight. Most important were six flat bottles of drinking water. Having righted the dinghy, we dropped a couple of the lighter pallets into it. Taking hold of the dinghy's grab ropes, we dragged it along the beach, placing it in front of our shelter. We removed the two pallets and then erected the dinghy's canopy. Ben extracted all the clothing from the floor of our shelter and dumped it in the dinghy. We then dragged the two pallets under the shelter. Next job was an expedition into the jungle for firewood. We brought back palm bark, twigs of various deciduous trees and a good deal of bamboo. This we placed on the pallets under our old shelter. In the event of another storm we should at least have dry firewood. As a precaution I took a large stone and six four foot bamboo poles. I used the stone to hammer the poles deep into the sand around the dinghy. I didn't want an unusually high tide to carry our new home out to sea. This being done I set about starting a fire to cook our meal. The sun had just passed its zenith and it was easy to focus its rays with my reading glasses. Within quarter of an hour I had a decent blaze going. I fetched a dozen or so largish stones to build up a hearth around it.
Walking back to the shelter I saw that the canopy curtain was zipped down and a pair of cute bare feet protruded from underneath it. I lifted the curtain and saw that the boy was snoozing quietly.
"Well he's not ready to eat", I thought to myself.
So I settled myself by the curtain, kissed each foot and lay down beaneath the doorway. Reaching up I ran my fingers along the edge of each foot and under the toes. Then I lay back with the feet above me. If he should wake now and get up he'd probably tread on my head, but I was sure I'd hear him moving before that happened. I just lay back and gazed up at the beautiful little feet. I'd have liked to have serviced them properly, but I didn't want to waken him, and I certainly didn't want to freak him out.
I woke to find his feet gone. Sitting up I could see him squatting by the fire. I had intended to cook the mussels for dinner, but he had beaten me to it. I walked over to find that he had opened the shells and each mussel was served up on half of its own shell. The other half of the shell he'd used to serve up slices of banana. Neither of us was going to get fat like this but, considering the resources at his disposal, the boy was a cullinery genius.
After dinner we walked off in the direction we had not yet explored. I reckoned the perimiter of the island couldn't be more than three miles, so we ought to be able to circumnavigate the place. We'd already seen what lay to Eastward. To Westward thick jungle came right down to the shore, but you could get past it at low tide. We did exactly that, noting that some different vartieties of fern grew below the trees. As we turned the corner and headed Northward the trees gave way to evergreens, - a variety of pine as far as I could tell. They grew on the lower slopes of what I suppose passed for a mountain on this island. In the Alps, the Rockies, or the Himalayas they'd have laughed at it, but here it was the best we'd got. In half an hour we had rounded the Western face of the mountain and were brought up short by a lagoon. The thing came to a point where we were, the northern side being contained by a low reef, and the southern side by the mountain and, I presume, the jungle beyond. I siezed Ben's arm as he began to follow the Northern causeway. He'd obviously not had much experience of coral. His lovely feet wouldn't have survived much of that. I opted for the pine woods as the lesser evil. In a short while we were out of the pine woods and onto open beach, with jungle to our right. We were surprised to discover that the rocky outcrop on the South of the island clearly ran right under the jungle and came out again on this side. I took a large crab from a rock pool. We walked the beach until we turned the corner and found ourselves on the beach we had first seen this morning. It took no time at all to get back to our camp. The fire was low, but was quickly replenished. I set about dressing the crab and cooking it for our supper. We sat and ate by the fire as the sun sank in the west. The orange glow in the sky lasted a long time. When the fire began to die down we crawled into the dingy, zipped down the curtain and huddled together amongst the clothing there.