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Mañana - A Better Day

By: RaistlinMajere



Chapter 1 - It's My Job

Emily Heart yawned and clicked away on the keyboard. It was early December of 1999 in Spokane and she was working diligently on her computer. She was an accountant at a bank in downtown Spokane. A young woman of twenty two, she had taken her high school degree, gone for two years at a community college and took the first job that presented itself. So for the last year and a half, she had lived in this cubicle and worked on organizing and writing different business' acounting work. The work wasn't bad. The hours were a stable eight hours a day, monday through friday. She had her weekends to herself and enough of a paycheck to rent a small apartment and uphold a small hobby to fill her spare time.

She enjoyed fishing in the lakes and rivers around Spokane. Mostly trout, she wasn't very good and just really enjoyed sitting by the calm lakes and bubbling rivers with a line in the water.

"Why are we even doing this?!" A man jumped up in the cubicle next to her.

"Because it's our job Jerry and it's how we make a living." Emily sighed, saving the project she had just finished.

"The world is going to end! We've only got a month to live! Why spend it in this gray and brown prison cell?!" Jerry screamed, running for the elevator.

When the elevator didn't show up fast enough, Jerry ran for the staircase.

"That is really starting to piss me off." Emily hissed to herself.

"People, the world is not going to end in the year 2000. Our computers have been updated by Microsoft and we are assured nothing will go wrong with the transference in dates." The assistant manager said from his corner cubicle.

A few people mumbled and grumbled. Emily just sighed and put her project on a floppy disk. She got to her feet and fixed her skirt.

Emily wore the required business attire, a knee length blue skirt and a white dress shirt. She also wore a small neck tie and a matching blue jacket. Her hair was cut short about her ears in a rather professional fashion and she tended to wear very little makeup. Her eyes sparkled a startlingly bright blue and her hair was a smooth, light brown.

"You know Jerry's right! The worlds going to fucking end people! End! Every electronic in the world will crash! Power outages! Water shortages! I'm going home to stockpile everything I can!" Another employee said, leaping to his feet.

He ran to the elevator, which recently opened, and mashed the down button.

"That's it! I told you all, nothing will happen when the year turns to 2000." The assistant manager said annoyingly, "Now anyone else who runs out that door will be fired and the rest of you will work Saturday!"

"You know what, fuck you! Jerry and Dave are right! Can't you see it people? We need to prepared! Every family for themselves!" A third man ran out the door.

Emily fumed, knowing that this would surely mean her plans to go fishing this Saturday were shot. It was a little cold out, but it still didn't stop her from sitting on the shore with a fishing pole in her hand.

"Robert! You walk out that door and you're fired!" The Assistant warned, pointing at him.

"Try it! Good luck! By the time the paperwork goes through, the world will be in the stone age again!" Robert said, blowing him off.

"That's it! Everyone works Saturday! If you don't want to work the following Saturday, I suggest you all convince your fellow workers to stay here!" The Assistant yelled.

"Damn it." Emily cursed, knocking her knuckles against her forehead.

*******

Emily couldn't get out the door fast enough when that five O' clock bell rang. She was fuming and angry. Half of the people she worked with were superstitious idiots. They believed nearly every end of the world theory and every single bad luck superstition. She couldn't believe anyone could be so stupid.

She knew there was a god, but Emily also thoroughly believed that it wasn't man's place to try and understand that god. If the end of the world was told by anything but a great voice in the sky, it was guaranteed to be wrong. Y2K was no different. Everyone thought the computers would stop working because they weren't programmed to roll over from 99 to 00. Instead they would become 100 and people were afraid that would overload millions of computer systems and cause the entire internet infrastructure throughout the world to collapse, thus destroying society.

However, it was a simple bug that was very easy to fix and Emily couldn't believe the fact that everyone would freak out so much.

She boarded one of the green and blue buses that ran past her work every hour and sat down in the back of it. The bus ran down the street and within a block of her apartment. She sat on the bus for about fifteen minutes and pulled the string to ask for a stop. The bus came to a halt and she got off.

"I can't believe those damn idiots at work! Now I have to work Saturday!" Emily said angrily as she walked down the street.

She reached her apartment and headed inside. Emily lived on the ground floor in a shabby one bedroom apartment. She closed the door and sighed. Her briefcase hit the floor and her shoulders sagged. Her apartment door led right into a small room that was her kitchen and living room. There were two doors that led to a small bathroom and a small bedroom.

There was a knock on the door behind her. She groaned and turned around.

"Not even home two damn minutes...haven't even taken my shoes off." Emily grumbled, opening the door.

"Miss Emily Heart?" A man in a gray suit asked.

"Yes." Emily nodded.

"I'm here to serve you some papers. They've come quite some distance, from Key West, Florida!" The man said, handing her a brown envelope.

"Thanks." She said, taking the envelope.

She closed the door and turned to her kitchen counter.

"What the hell in Florida would require someone to serve me papers?" Emily sighed, ripping open the brown envelope.

She pulled out a heft leaflet of paperwork and set it on the counter.

"The last will and testament of Leo Mcanally?" Emily said, reading the front page, "Where do I know a Leo from?"

She left the papers and went to her fridge, all the while trying to figure out why that name seemed familiar to her. She knew that Mcanally was her mother's maiden name, but other than that, she couldn't figure out why the name meant something to her.

"Of course!" She cried as it came to her, "He's that brother of mom's that disappeared for months or years at a time!"

The man she was thinking of was technically her uncle, but she had only met him once or twice when she was very young. He was ten years older than Emily's mother, putting him around fifty five. Leo was a crazy man who Emily only remembered as always wearing cargo shorts, Hawaiian shirts and flip-flops. When she thought about it, she realized that it made sense that the papers came from Key West.

Cracking open a soda, she turned to flip through the will. It was a generic lawyer's write up about how all of his possessions would be passed onto the next of kin, which was apparently her.

"So what is this all ab...ab...Oh..." Emily stared in shock, "My...god."

There, on the last sheet of the will and testament was the only thing left to her. Four hundred feet of beach front property in a place called 'Isle De Margarita'. Attached to the will was also a key. A small piece of paper was attached to the key. It said in scratchy writing, 'Key West International Airport locker D-12'.

Finally, there was a hand written note stuck in the bottom of the envelope that read: 'Come To Isle De Margarita. Leave it all behind and live in paradise.'

"Beach front property...my god..." Emily said flatly, "I could use a vacation."

Her mind wandered between getting up tomorrow for her job tomorrow or leaving to lie on an island beach. The problem was that she wasn't seeing any downside to leaving. Her family didn't stay in contact with her all that often, her job was starting to suck and it would give her more time to fish.

"I think I'm leaving!" Emily laughed.

She ran towards her bedroom, hooting loudly as she reached for her phone.

That night she had called around, made sure the will was legitimate and called the airport to order a one way ticket to Key West. After that, she called her mother and told her what she was doing. She never got along with her family was only calling her out of respect. Her mother was abstinent against her throwing away everything in her life so far.

"My brother is a fool! He died a fool!" Her mother cried.

"Mom! He died a fool with four hundred feet of beach front property!" Emily argued.

"How did you even end up in his will anyway? I'm the next of kin!" She yelled.

"I don't care! His land is now in my name and I'm going to live there!" Emily cried.

"Fine! Do it! Throw away your damn life and become nothing but a beach bum for the rest of your life!" Emily's mother yelled.

"I will!" Emily slammed the phone down.

The argument had put Emily in a bad mood and she had gone to bed annoyed.

*******

Emily woke up early and immediately started packing. Still in her green panties and tank top, she filled a suitcase with her clothes and amenities. She packed a small back pack with all the little things that mattered to her, along with the will and the locker key. Emily figured it was fitting to put on a white blouse and a flowing grass green skirt.

Looking around the small apartment, she decided that none of the crappy furniture in the house was even worth selling. She had contacted her bank and told them that she was selling her entire portfolio that she had slowly been accumulating through her job. On top of that, she was emptying every bit of cash in her bank. The back of her consciousness kept telling her that this was a fools move, but she just couldn't go on with her current life. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she was truly depressed and hated her situation.

Dragging her wheeled suitcase out the door, she pinned a note to the door that said she was leaving and the building owner could have fun cleaning her apartment out. She adjusted her backpack and walked down the sidewalk to the street. A taxi was waiting for her to take her to her bank and then to the airport.

She emptied her bank account and portfolio, getting a little over ten thousand dollars in her back pack. The bank gave her a key chain and told her to come back some day. Emily laughed her way out the door.

Getting back into the taxi, she headed for the airport. Emily paid the fare and headed into the airport. The flight left shortly there after and it was a long one.

*******

The plane landed in sunny Key West and Emily looked happily out the window. It was sunny and beautiful in comparison to what Spokane had been a day earlier. She disembarked the plane with her shoulder bag and walked down to baggage claim. It was strange to be traveling alone, but Emily walked as if she were on a fluffy cloud. She bounced her way to the wall of lockers and found D-12.

"Hmm...I wonder what could be in here..." Emily said, digging the key out of her bag.

She nervously put the key in the door and turned. The lock clicked and she pulled open the locker door slowly. What Emily saw inside she just couldn't believe.

Folded in the bottom of the locker was a beautiful bright red Hawaiian shirt. A straw hat and a cloth flower lei sat on top of it. She pulled them out and a pair of sunglasses clattered to the floor. She picked them up and looked in the locker. There was only a small silver key on a key ring in the bottom.

"Fitting I suppose!" Emily giggled, putting on the sunglasses.

She put the straw hat on top of her head and tucked the shirt into her shoulder bag. Walking down the large hall, she walked out the large front doors and into the bright Florida sunshine. A dozen or so people were standing about holding signs. Emily had never expected to see anyone there, but the moment she walked out the door, she saw a gray haired man with a sign that read 'Heart'. He was wearing Bermuda shorts, large black aviators and a rainbow colored Hawaiian shirt. His face was unshaven and a short gray stubble grew over his whole face. His gray hair grew sparsely down to his shoulders.

"You waiting for Emily?" Emily asked, pointing at him.

"Are you Emily?" He asked.

"Yes." Emily smiled.

"I am waiting for you. Come on. My plane is down on the bay." The man said.

"What's you're name?" Emily asked, walking along beside him.

"You can call me Captain. I'm just the pilot." The Captain said with a smile.

"So what kind of a plane do you have that is down on the water?" Emily inquired eagerly.

"I run supply trades for the islands around the Bahamas. I have an Albatross. Best plane to fly from island to island with trade goods." The Captain said.

"An Albatross? What is that?" Emily asked.

"You'll see. Here, we're taking a rental." The Captain said, opening the door to a small silver car.

*******

They got out of the car at the docks. The Captain turned and looked down at the long docks of the Key West bay.

"There she is. The Island Hopper, beautiful plane." The Captain said, pointing at the bright white plane down near a dock.

The HU-16 Albatross was white with beautiful gold and red stripes down the sides of the plane. The propellers were dark black and had bright gold tips. It had a buoy on the side of each wing to help with landing and takeoff. Two large engines were mounted in the wings on either side of the cabin.

"Wow...beautiful." Emily said, staring at the plane as they walked down the dock towards it.

"Here, I'll handle that." The Captain said, taking the suitcase handle from her hand.

"Thanks." Emily smiled, letting him take it.

"Whoop!" The Captain hefted the suitcase up into his hands, "Don't need this anymore."

He hurled the black suitcase into the deep water off the dock.

"What?!" Emily screamed, "Why did you do that? That was all my clothing!"

"You didn't need it." The Captain said, whistling as he walked past her.

She stared, shocked and angry at the water as her suitcase full of clothing sank to the bottom. She cried out angrily and stomped after the Captain.

"What the hell was that about? Why did you throw my bag into the water?" Emily yelled, walking down the long dock with him.

"Because little lady, you don't need that kind of stuff on Isle De Margarita." The Captain smiled as they reached the end of the dock.

The Island Hopper was bobbing and floating gently in the water very close to the end of the dock. The dock actually went under one wing and allowed the small door in the side of the cabin to butt right against the dock. The Captain twisted the handle and pushed the door inward.

"Well come on now. Don't be in too much of a tizzy. I swear, when we get up in the air, you'll feel a thousand times better." The Captain said, standing aside to let her go first.

"So...what do you mean I won't need clothing, shampoo, makeup and essentially everything I live on?" Emily asked, stepping into the plane.

It rocked when she stepped as the plane bobbed up and down in the water. She stood shakily in the back of the plane as the Captain got in and closed the door.

"Because you won't. Come on up to the front and sit with me. It's more comfortable than being in the empty cargo bay back here." The Captain said, pointing up at the cockpit.

She stood in the back of the plane. It had a rather large and empty cargo bay in the back and a single doorway in the front that led to the pilot's chairs. The Captain strode to the front and took the right seat. Still annoyed and angry, Emily to the left seat with her bag protectively in her lap.

"I didn't do that out of cruelty or anything. Trust me, you just don't wanna show up at Isle De Margarita with a full suitcase. It'll be more relaxing if you just show up on a whim." The Captain smiled, grabbing the mike from his right.

About ten minutes of talking with the Port watch tower and he got an okay to take off. The engines coughed and sputtered to life. Emily looked at them uneasily out the window as they started to spin. They both issued copious amounts of white smoke before they started to get up to speed.

"Isn't that bad?" Emily asked nervously.

"What? The smoke? S'not black so there's no issue." The Captain said, pushing the throttle in a little further.

"Isn't smoke always bad?" Emily said, looking around as they started to move.

"Nah. I smoke cigars all the time and they're yet to be bad for me!" The Captain laughed.

"Yea... You know that'll give you cancer." Emily sighed.

"You know what, you're much to tense! You're a young girl given a chance at a new life, you need to loosen up and relax. Here, enjoy some music." The Captain said, pushing a button on the console.

He picked a cassette from the box that sat between them and put it in the radio. A cool island tune started to play from the speakers behind the seats. The Captain sat back and steered the plane out from the bay. Once they were in open water, he pushed the throttle near full and the engines roared almost loud enough to drown out the music. The plane picked up speed and started to bounce on the water.

"Here we go!" The Captain laughed and he pulled back on the controls.

The plane slowly climbed off the water and much of the noise fell away.

"I'm serious though. You say cigars will give me cancer, I think you need to worry more 'bout giving yourself a stroke." The Captain said to her, "The young people of this day and age are much too tense. I took pride in my job when I was your age and it made me feel good to work. Something tells me your job isn't so fulfilling."

"Not even close. Hell, I quit my job and gave up everything in my hometown just to come here." Emily said, "That's why I was a little pissed about my suitcase. At least everything of value was in here."

"You quit your job? Dumping everything?" The Captain said, "Damn, there may be hope for you yet. Mind if I tell you a story?"

"Sure. Not like a story can throw my luggage off the dock." Emily sighed, looking the other way out the window.

They were climbing high into the air now, over a few hundred feet off the ground. The Captain seemed to only be half paying attention to where he was flying.

"So I was born in a small city that really doesn't matter. However, around my eighteenth birthday, I got this itch to go on an adventure. So I boarded the first freight train out of my town and headed south. Eventually I was nearing as south as I could go. I reached Miami before I stopped." The Captain explained, "Needless to say I wasn't prepared and all I could do was skip from one crap job to another."

"Yep." Emily mumbled, only half paying attention.

"I was sitting on a curb one night, homeless, a few bucks in my pocket and debating on what crappy job I should take next." The Captain chuckled, "And this street sweeper came by. Now in a town like Miami during that time, a street sweeper was not a job you wanted. One day you could be working down the street with your broom and you could find yourself sweeping up a corpse."

"What?" Emily looked up.

"Well, Miami wasn't exactly a safe town at the time. So, anyway this street sweeper is just whistling and bouncing down the street. I couldn't believe my eyes, no street sweeper should be that happy. So I ask him, 'Why're you so happy to be sweeping?'" The Captain laughed out loud, "And the son of a bitch just said 'It's my job!' I looked him in the face and asked him how the hell that made him so happy. He said 'It's just my job to clean up the streets and I figure I ought to take pride in it.'"

"Really?" Emily was a little more attentive, "So did you decide to be happy with your crappy jobs?"

"Nah! I became a street sweeper!" The Captain laughed.


Mañana - A Better Day



"Seriously?" Emily asked flatly.

"No joke and I kept that job longer than the rest. It actually wasn't that bad. I worked from sun down to sun rise and got to see some of the cool things that only happen at night." The Captain shrugged.

"So why did you want to tell me this story?" Emily asked, "Trying to get me to take pride in my work?"

"Nah. I'm trying to tell you to be happy with what you do. No matter what you do in life, it's not like you can't inject a little music into it and make it better! Music makes everything better. You should see the band that plays down at the Margarita bar." The Captain smiled, "Steel drums, Ukuleles, guitars and beautiful women. This guy named Jim plays the Guitar and sings. Great musician."

"I suppose I could try and be a little happier with my life." Emily sighed, "I always just focus on the bad and never really have much good."

"Well you're about to have good. Isle De Margarita is a paradise that could make even the most uptight people relax and enjoy themselves." The Captain chuckled, flicking a switch, he let go of the controls and got up.

"Wait! Where're you going?" Emily asked.

"To get a beer. If anything happens, you can fly right? Just hold onto those handles and don't touch the throttle." The Captain said, pointing at the controls in front of her.

"I can't fly! Get back here!" Emily cried.

There was some rattling in the back, Emily heard some ice being dug through and then The Captain stepped back into the cockpit.

"Here, have a cold beer. I even have lime wedges if you want it." The Captain said, holding a beer out to her.

"Sorry, I don't really like beer." Emily shook her head.

"More for me then." The Captain shrugged.

He pulled out a bottle opener and cracked the top on both beers. Then he put both of them in the cup holder on his right and pulled a lime out of his pocket. A breeze of wind rocked the ship and Emily cried out.

"Hey now, keep it down. You're steppin' on my tunes." The Captain said, flicking open a knife with his right hand.

He cut the lime down the middle and into five slices. A slice when into the neck of each beer bottle and he popped one lime wedge into his mouth. He closed his eyes and laid back as the lime juices soaked over his well-worn palette.

"Here." He said, holding out the two slices left to her without even opening his eyes.

"Thanks." Emily took one of the slices.

She looked at the green fruit slice and gave it a tentative lick. An unbelievable sourness burst in her mouth and she immediately puckered her lips against it.

"Gah! How...how do you just eat these whole?" Emily gasped.

"Practice!" The Captain chuckled, flicking open the window on his right.

He tossed out the lime wedge he had sucked on and closed it again. The last lime wedge was tossed back and he gave a contented sigh. Emily gave her own another lick and started to enjoy the flavor. As sour as it was, the lime did have some delicious flavor to it.

"So Emily, what did bring you here?" The Captain said, tossing out the lime wedge before he grabbed one of his beers.

"My uncle died. I never really knew him, but mom thought he was crazy. So apparently he thought I deserved his land more than my mom. His will was delivered a while ago and I found that he left me four hundred feet of beach on Isle De Margarita as well as a key to a locker that had these sunglasses, hat and this red shirt." Emily said, pulling a corner of the shirt out of her bag.

"Ha! Leo's not dead!" The Captain laughed.

"What?" Emily looked up.

"Yea! Some would like to say ol' Leo Mcanally died, but he just went to sail a different sea." The Captain chuckled, "I bet he'll be back some day. That wryly old bastard won't give up that easily."

"You're saying even death wouldn't stop my uncle? Then why do I have his will?" Emily asked, pulling it out.

"Leo's a joker, he probably finagled his death to give you that land." The Captain chuckled, "He always talked about how his sister was too uptight about her life. I suppose he didn't want that for you."

"I didn't think Leo and Mom talked all that much. She was always angry with him and hated him over something." Emily shrugged.

The Captain pulled the lime from one of his cold beers and took a drink. He smacked his lips and put the lime back in it before putting it in the cup holder.

"I don't think your mother hated him as much as she would like to. I believe she's more jealous than anything." The Captain sighed.

"I don't think you know my mother very well then." Emily chuckled.

"Hey Emily?" The Captain said, taking another drink of beer.

"Hmm?" She looked over.

"Wanna fly the plane?" He asked.

Chapter 2 - Incommunicado

Emily was having a good time. She hadn't forgiven him for tossing her luggage in the drink, but nor would she let it ruin her time. He had let her fly the plane for a short time and it had been an exciting experience. She hadn't done much other than hold it straight and go up or down a little bit, but exciting nevertheless.

"We're getting close. Take a look out the window. You probably can't see it all that well, but I know exactly where it is." The Captain said, "It's right in front of us."

"I think I do see it. Little speck right there." Emily said.

"Right! You want a better look at it?" The Captain said.

"Sure! How?" Emily asked.

"Take off the hat and glasses." The Captain dug in a box behind his seat, "And put these on."

"Aviator goggles?" Emily asked, looking at the large clear goggles.

"Yea, you're gonna want them. We're doing about a hundred and forty right now." The Captain said, fiddling with the floor between their seats.

He twisted a small metal loop and pulled. A trap door swung upward between their seats. It lead down into the nose of the Island Hopper.

"Crawl up into the nose there and pull open the trap door. You can stick your head and shoulders out of there. All these Albatross' were military planes at one time, so that was the set up for the nose gunner." The Captain said, holding the trap door open.

"Like...I'm going to hang out of the plane?" Emily said, fitting on the goggles.

"Well the trap doors on the top, so I wouldn't say hang. But it is a nice breeze." The Captain laughed, "Here, take some binoculars too, just don't drop them."

Emily crawled down into the nose of the plane and the Captain shut the door behind her. She was left in a very dimly lit space and had to feel around to reach the nose. Two metal latches held the trap door shut and she pulled them both. It fell open and almost hit her on the head. A roaring wind filled the space and she stood up out of the trap door. Her hair snapped wildly around her as she stood up. It was a little scary at first, but Emily chanced it and stood up completely, putting her arms on the lip of the door. She could smell the salt in the air and see the beautiful blue water beneath them. Emily pulled the binoculars up to her face and looked around.

Ahead of them she could spy a tiny island that was covered in green foliage and trees. The only thing that stuck out was a small village in the center of the trees. There was a beautiful white lighthouse on the southern shore of the island and a dozen or more sailboats could be seen floating near the lighthouse in the small bay. The island itself was shaped like a thick fishing hook with the lighthouse where the barb is. The small bay inside the curve of the island held a dozen or more ships and the entire outside of the island was encircled with one long beach.

She turned and looked back at The Captain. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up. Emily laughed in the roaring wind and put the binoculars down by her feet. She didn't know what it was, but being out in the fresh air so high in the sky was very relaxing. After a while, Emily noticed the island was getting closer and they were getting lower. The plane's speed seemed to be slowing and she ducked down back into the nose.

Emily closed the trap door and headed back into the cockpit.

"Wild isn't it?" The Captain said, "We're almost there, so it's best you came back in here anyway."

"It's a ton of fun! I felt like I could fly!" Emily said, flopping back down in her chair.

The Captain had finished both of his beers by now and he was slowly descending towards the island.

"Have you ever landed in water before?" The Captain asked.

"I've never been on anything smaller than a jet liner before!" Emily said, "Is there something I should know?"

"Nothing other than this is going to be a lot of fun!" The Captain smiled.

"Alright." Emily nodded, "Where's my bag?"

She looked around and then up at him.

"Hey! I didn't touch it!" The Captain held up his hands innocently.

"Well I...oh, here it is." Emily said, finding it tucked down next to her seat on her left, "Sorry."

"I don't blame ya." The Captain chuckled, "Here we go!"

The nose of the plane suddenly fell and he cut the engines. The entire plane fell silent except for the whistle of wind. Emily's stomach jumped into her throat as she watched the water approach at an alarming rate. Just as Emily started to feel very afraid, The Captain pulled up and the plane leveled out just a dozen or so feet above the water.

They kept descending towards the water and the Isle De Margarita was directly in front of them. There was a sudden loud splash as the belly of the ship touched the water. They rose back in the air a touch and splashed against the surface of the water again. They skipped the surface twice more before the ship skimmed across the surface and they started to get dangerous;y close to the ships. The Captain dropped the nose completely and the plane roared loudly as the entire belly of the ship dragged on the water. They slowed down quickly and he turned the fins of the plane.

The ship curved off to the right, heading for the outside of the lighthouse. They splashed on past the very tip of the island and well out of the way of the boats. The plane slowed to a stop alongside the outside of the island and The Captain sighed.

"I never, ever get tired of that. So much fun!" The Captain said with a wide smile.

"I thought we were going to die for a moment..." Emily put a hand on her chest.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad. By the way, I hope you can swim." The Captain said.

"Why?" Emily asked.

"There's no actual docks on this island. Everyone either swims to their boats, uses dinghies or can just drive their boat up on shore. Since we have neither dinghies nor a reverse gear, you're only left with one option." The Captain smiled.

"I can't do that, everything in my bag will get soaked! Plus I've got on a white shirt!" Emily said.

"Okay, I'll tell you what, change into the red shirt and I'll toss your bag out the door with a parachute when I circle back around." The Captain said, "I swear it'll land safely on the island. Man...you people need to stop coming to the islands with things that can't get wet!"

"What're you going to use as a chute?" Emily asked, stepping into the back of the plane to change her shirt.

"Can I see that shirt?" The Captain asked.

"Sure, here you go." Emily said, coming back up with the Hawaiian shirt on.

The shirt was a little big. It went well past her waste and fluttered about her like a cloak. Being only a lithe, B-cup, she didn't have anything to fill out the shirt with.

"This'll do." The Captain said, ripping the shirt in a few choice places.

"Ack! What're you doing?" Emily cried, "That was one of my favorite shirts!"

"I only ripped the bottom. You can sew it up, cut it off or just wear it like this." The Captain sighed, tying the shirt skillfully to the bag's straps, "Now when I take off, I'll circle back around and toss this right over top the Margarita Bar. You'll just have to wander up there and get it back!"

"You're not coming with me?" Emily asked.

"Nope! When you get on the island, just head towards the lighthouse. There's a dirt road from the light house that goes the entire length of the island to the other tip. It'll take you maybe an hour to walk to the middle of the island on that path." The Captain said, "Find Jim, he always hangs around the bar. Just let him know you're Leo's niece. He'll take care of ya. I've got some deliveries to do, I'll be back in a few days to see how you're getting along. Trust me, everyone on the Isle are nice people and they'll take to you as nicely as you take to them. Oh, and lose the shoes, it'll be easier to swim."

"I suppose I should thank you then." Emily said, "Though I won't for throwing my luggage over board!"

She sighed, removed her shoes and tugged her socks off. They were basic sneakers and The Captain was right, they weren't meant for swimming.

"See ya later honey." The Captain chuckled as she walked to the back of the plane, "I'll tuck your shoes into your bag for you."

The water was only a few inches under the edge of the door and Emily could see the bottom. The water was beautiful and clear. She had to admit, it was worth it.

"Hey!" The Captain yelled.

"What?" Emily asked.

"Don't forget your hat." The Captain smiled, holding it up.

"Right." Emily smiled, taking the straw hat from him.

She put the hat on her head, kept a hand on it and leapt out the door without a second thought. The water felt great and she opened her eyes underwater. She could see as far as the ocean went. She kicked her bare feet and resurfaced. Turning over onto her back, she kicked gently away from the plane. When she was about halfway across the thirty feet between the plane and the shore, the engines issued a loud cough and growl. White smoke burst from them as they started to spin up.

The water was much more shallow than she thought and her feet touched bottom rather quickly. Getting to her feet, Emily walked up the sandy white beach and looked up at the lighthouse. She couldn't tell exactly, but the tower seemed around a hundred feet tall. It was currently off, but that was to be expected during the day.

"Alhoa sistah! What is happenin?!" A tall black man said from the doorway of the lighthouse.

He was bare chested, rather thin and wore only a small pair of swim trunks. His hair was done up in short, natural dreadlocks. He had a rugged goatee and dark brown eyes. The man waved to Emily.

"Not much! New to the island, just inherited some land!" Emily said loudly, wringing the water out of the bottom of her skirt.

"Ahh! Ya be Leo's little niece are ya?" The man called, "Mah names Jimarcus. People just call me J."

"I'm guessing Leo is well known here?" Emily said, wringing out her shirt next.

"Well known? Nah!" J said, "He's one'a Margarita's makers! He helped make dis city!"

"So I'm pretty well known already and I've never even been here!" Emily laughed, "Alright then, I'ma walk into town!"

"Give ol' Jim an aloha for mah!" J called.

"Will do!" Emily waved and started up the dirt path.

Behind her, the Island Hopper soared into the sky. The Captain banked around and flew over the Eastern shore of the island. The plane seemed to be flying without a pilot as The Captain stuck his head out the back door and tossed an object out. Her white shirt inflated and carried her bag down at a reasonably slow rate. It landed somewhere in the center of the island and the Island Hopper buzzed into the distance.

Emily shook the water off her hat and readjusted it. The sun shone brightly above and she took a deep breath of fresh air. She was feeling better than she had in years. Emily finally realized how miserable she had been at her job and in her previous life.

*******

An hour later, she had walked barefoot up the soft, sandy dirt into the small village. There was no pavement, no cars and maybe ten buildings. Only two of them seemed to have businesses in them. One was the Margarita Bar and the other was a shop. People walked here and there and nearly every one of them waved or said hello to her. She walked over to the bar and headed inside. The floor was made of a soft brown wood and the bar had a nice patio on the front.

The door jingled when she walked inside. Two people sitting at the bar and one tending it all looked up at her.

"Ah! Miss, I have your bag here!" The Bartender said, holding up her brown bag from behind the counter, "Desdemona found it on the roof of her clothing store."

"Thank you. I'm really surprised at how many of you know me already." Emily said, walking over to the bar.

The Margarita Bar had three sections. The back section had the bar and a dozen stools along it. The door into the Bar was to the side of the bar. The center section was just tables and chairs. The front section of the bar had a nice wood stage with a guitar, a drum set, and a few other things. The bar had two open air windows near the front door that let in an ample amount of light. The walls around the bar were covered in, what is seemed like, was random things. Everything from a life ring to netting, to a few dozen pictures tacked about at random.

"You'll learn pretty quick that we're a tight knit community here. There's only around a hundred people who live here on the island. Actually...ah! Here we go!" The bartender plucked a picture from the wall behind the bar and handed it to her.

"This...is me?" Emily said, looking at the picture of herself, except she was maybe eight in the photo.

"Yea, Leo left that here probably ten years ago. He talked about his uptight sister and his little niece often." The Bartender said, "I'm Joseph."

Joseph had an island look to him, well tanned skin, a Cuban accent and not a hair above his neck except for his handlebar mustache. He wore torn and ragged jeans and a white apron.

"I suppose it's no good introducing myself since you all know me already. Is Jim around?" Emily asked.

"Right in front of you dear." One of the bar's patrons turned to her.

He had a baseball cap on over his wavy dirty-blonde hair. He had striking green eyes and a matching goatee and mustache. His chest was bronzed from the sun and he only wore Bermuda shorts and flip flops.

"Oh! Sorry, it just seems you're the one everyone told me to talk to. The pilot...umm...he never did tell me his name...anyway...he told me that you could show me around." Emily said.

"Haha! That smart-ass sonuva bitch!" Jim laughed loudly.

"What is it?" Emily asked, "Who was that pilot anyway?"

"That..." Jim tried to stop laughing, "That was your Uncle Leo!"

"What?!" Emily cried.

"Yea! I bet he was just playing with you the whole time!" Jim howled with laughter.

"Wait a second...damn it! He didn't pack my shoes for me!" Emily yelled angrily, looking into her bag.

"You want me to get you some clothes?" The other patron turned around.

She was wearing a purple bikini top and tan short-shorts. Her hair was blonde and curly, cut short around her head. Her breasts were rather large and barely contained by the purple top. She crossed her arms under her ample bust and gave a crooked smile.

"Let me guess, Desdemona." Emily said, pointing at her.

"You're catching on." Desdemona smiled, "Come on honey, I got a nice clothing shop."

"Good thing I've got money." Emily sighed, putting her bag on her shoulder.

"Oh don't worry about it. The shops and such are just a formality. We don't sell stuff for profit around here. Everyone helps everyone else out around here." Joseph said, "We sell stuff just high enough to make sure we can still get down to Cuba or to another island of the Bahamas to get supplies."

*******

Emily, Desdemona and Jim were walking along a dirt path to the Eastern shore of the island. Emily was carrying a new bag of clothes and wore a new pair of flip-flops. She was really getting to know the both of them rather well.

Desdemona was a girl who had grown up with a passion for space. However, that passion had been cut short when her parents passed away in a car crash. From there, she went to stay with an aunt, who also died soon after. But by that time Desdemona was old enough to be on her own. One thing led to another and somehow, after a hell of a drunken party, she ended up on a boat with a man much older than herself. She was now twenty four and that older man had been Emily's uncle Leo. They ended up back here on Isle De Margarita and Desdemona had just never left.




Mañana - A Better Day



Jim on the other hand was a natural born singer and self-proclaimed Parrot-Head. He was almost thirty, had a cult following and had made and lost his fortune more times than he could count. Right now he was in the middle of losing his fortune and had decided that there was no better place to spend his days in the poorhouse than on a beach fishing for his dinner every day. He knew that he would hang around until he was hit by some new inspiration and he would run off for a few months again while a record company dumped a fortune into his pockets. But has Jim often said, those pockets had no bottoms in them, he had burned through them during his first fortune.

"So you guys don't really have any electricity on this island do you?" Emily asked.

"There's two windmills on the northern shore and two on the southern shore. Newfangled gadgets that put out more power than your average windmill. However, they only go to the bar. Just enough to keep the drinks cold, the ice frozen and the place lit up on party nights." Jim said, "Oh and of course it's enough to run a blender or two."

"My god, I'm in love with this place now." Emily sighed happily.

"You have problems with electricity?" Desdemona asked.

"Just a whole lot of crap going on at my old job that I was sick and tired of. But if the most technology this place has is a blender...good god, I don't think I'll ever leave." Emily laughed, "So where can we eat?"

"Well the bar serves dinner occasionally. But Mother Nature is a good provider. Mangoes...bananas...coconuts...oranges...limes...and of course there's the sea life. Fishing is a good source of both entertainment and food." Jim explained.

"Fishing? Leo wouldn't happen to have left a fishing pole in his house would he?" Emily asked.

"House? Ha! Just wait until you see." Desdemona laughed.

They walked down the path and out of the trees. On their left, Emily spotted what they were talking about. A small bamboo hut with a thatched roof. It was perfectly round and maybe fifteen feet across. The hut's floor was raised a foot off the beach and a single wood step sat in front of the open doorway. The doorway faced towards the ocean and there was only some hanging beads over the entrance.

Emily stood in front of the hut, looking around.

"It's your's now, go on in." Jim nudged her.

"Oh, right!" Emily nodded and walked up into the hut.

The inside was sparse. There was a red hammock hung in the back of the shack. On her right were some shelves covered in trinkets, rocks and fish bones. To her left was a light-colored wood dresser. She continued to look around and found what she had been hoping for.

There was a beautiful eight foot fly fishing rod sitting in the corner between the shelves. It had a bamboo rod and a cork handle. While she hadn't been fly fishing as much, she was still eager to try it.

"There's your fishing rod." Jim chuckled.

"It's beautiful." Emily smiled, putting down her bags.

She picked up the rod and carefully tested the reel. The whole thing was in perfect condition, there was just no lure on the end of the string.

"The lure?" Emily asked, looking around.

"Maybe here." Desdemona said, pointing at the silver box on the shelf.

"It looks like a tackle box to me." Emily said, picking it up.

The box was closed and locked tightly.

"I 'Spose you'll have to ask Leo for the key when he comes back." Desdemona shrugged.

"Key...wait a second..." Emily tapped her chin, "I think I have it already."

She dug into her bag and found the small silver key that Leo had put in the locker. It fit in the keyhole perfectly and the box clicked open.

"That cheeky bastard really did think of everything." Emily sighed, looking in the box.

It was full of beautiful hand-tied flies. The entire box was compartmented off into small sections so each fly could safely sit alone. She picked one up and looked at it closely. it was a beautiful yellow with red feathers.

"So I think it's safe to assume you're happy?" Jim asked.

"Oh god yes." Emily said, closing the box, "But I do have one question."

"What's that? Where's the bathroom?" Desdemona chuckled.

"No, I get that the bushes are for that. I was going to ask where he cooks at?" Emily asked.

"Probably just lights a fire down on the beach. Without electricity, nobody but the bar has a stove. So we all make do with barbecues and open fire." Desdemona said, "If you have any other questions, you know where my store is. It's my house too."

"And I live in the bar more often than not, since it's where I play every night. Hey, once you get situated, take a nap. When the sun goes down, grab a lantern and come up to the bar. We'll have a real good party to welcome you. You can meet everyone." Jim said.

"Lantern?" Emily asked.

Jim pointed up. Emily looked into the peak of the thatched roof and saw a gun-metal gray lantern hanging there. It was an older kerosene lamp, but it had obviously done the job for Leo.

"It's probably already full, but if you need anything, Robert Jones runs the shop down across from the bar. He's got a delivery worked out with a few Cubans who give him everything he needs. He'll have kerosene or anything else you need." Desdemona said, "See you later hon."

She walked out after Jim and Emily was left standing in the small hut. She smiled and looked around. Besides the shelving, dresser and hammock, there was also two flat-topped wood chests. She knelt down and looked inside them. One was full of everything from cooking spices to first-aid. The other had folded blankets, a pillow and some beach towels. She shut the lid and looked down at the floor. Covering the wood panel flooring was a threadbare red rug that she hadn't noticed before.

"I still can't believe that ass is my uncle." Emily sighed, sitting down on the hammock.

She promptly fell out of it with a cry. Groaning in pain, Emily picked herself up off the floor and rubbed her arm that had caught her fall. As she thought about it, she realized that she was feeling a little giddy just standing around. Emily stripped off her clothes and tossed them onto the hammock, panties and all. Digging through the bag, she found her new yellow and white bikini that she had gotten from Desdemona. It was a little more revealing than she was used to, Emily usually wore one piece. But Desdemona insisted she didn't have any and it would be terrible for Emily to end up with a one-piece bikini tan line.

Slipping on the bikini, Emily tossed her hat on top of the clothes and strode to the doorway. The rainbow colored beads clacked behind her as she pushed past them to stand on the top step.

The sand was beautiful and white. The ocean splashed happily on the shore and she could see sparse white clouds drifting overhead. It was all so much to take in at once. So Emily shook her head and stepped onto the sand. It squished softly beneath her toes and she walked down the beach and into the water. The ocean was warm and soothing as she dove under the waves. Her sunglasses fit well enough that the water couldn't push them off her face and the sun shone brightly even under the water.

Her cares went away with the sounds of the world as the water swirled around her. It was so quiet under the waves as she swam down deeper. It seemed like she could go on forever. Even twenty or thirty feet from the shore, the water was only ten feet deep. Clouds of colorful fish started at her motion and ran from her.

Surfacing for air, she looked back at her new home. The small hut sat right near the treeline, thirty feet up the beach. Right at that moment she decided to never go back to her old life. Never, without good reason, step foot in Spokane again. If an uneducated beach bum like Leo could make an island community like this, Emily knew she could handle a life there.

And what a great life it was going to be.

Chapter 3 - The Weather Is Here, I Wish You Were Beautiful

Emily gasped and her legs fidgeted. She had swam for a while and then laid down on the beach to dry off. Her kept telling her how tired she was from the previous few days' jet lag. So she had submitted, walked back into the hut and laid down awkwardly in the hammock. She had never lain in a hammock before and it wasn't as easy as she thought. But once she had settled into the soft red material, it was very comfortable. But after a while, she couldn't still fall asleep, so she had fallen back on her easiest method of getting asleep.

Masturbating.

Natural sleep aid, she wasn't ashamed or afraid to pleasure herself at all. However, she was still very angry with Leo for hurling her suitcase into the water. It had her vibrator in it.

So now Emily was lying in the hammock rubbing herself beneath her bikini. At first she had been a little nervous because there was no door, but then she realized that it was unlikely for anyone to just come visit her for no reason.

Emily moaned again as her right hand groped her breast and her left rubbed a finger between her wettening lips. The hammock was a rather perfect bed for having fun alone, it wrapped comfortably around her shoulders and let her squirm and move without inhibition. She gave another moan as her middle finger slipped between her lips and into her moist insides.

"Aaaah!" Emily gasped, fruitlessly trying to arch her back on the hammock.

Suddenly there was a jingle of beads on her left and she her head over to look, expecting someone to be in the doorway. The sudden motion sent the hammock backward and her weight rolled forward. She fell onto the floor in a heap and groaned in pain.

"Damn it all..." Emily grunted, getting to her feet, "Who's there?"

She fixed her bikini and walked out the door to look around. There was nobody in sight.

"Musta been the wind." Emily sighed, the mood now thoroughly ruined.

She sighed and walked back into the hut. The beads clacked behind her and she turned around. There was something about those beads that didn't seem right. She pushed on one string with a finger and it barely moved. Examining down the entire strength, she found heavy fishing weights hanging on the bottom just a few inches off the floor.

"How could the wind push these enough to make them move like that?" Emily said, trying the weight of one of the lures in her hand.

They were heavy enough to keep the strings in line and to keep a light breeze from moving them.

"Maybe I'm just paranoid..." Emily sighed, rubbing the hip she had fallen on.

Emily walked back inside and crawled back into the hammock. This time she managed to roll over and get to sleep.

*******

A bright light flared in her eyes and Emily squinted and tried to move back. This rocked the hammock forward and she very nearly fell out of it again.

"What...who's there?" Emily asked, annoyed by the rude awakening.

"Heya hon, party's startin' and you weren't there yet." Desdemona said, helping Emily stand up.

She looked around and found it dark. Moonlight shone through the beads. Desdemona stood in front of her with a bright flashlight.

"I thought you said you guys didn't have any electricity?" Emily asked.

"I don't. This is a funny little flashlight that, if you shake it like your jerkin' a guy off, it recharges itself." Desdemona said, demonstrating it by shaking the flashlight up and down.

"Oh...right...right." Emily sighed, digging through her bag of clothes.

She put on some tan shorts over her bikini and pulled on her white shirt that Leo had torn. A quick knot under her breasts and it didn't look that bad.

"Better grab your lantern. It's a dark walk back." Desdemona said, reaching up to get down the lantern.

"Thanks. How do I light this thing?" Emily asked.

"Well..." Desdemona put her flashlight in her cleavage, "Pull this handle here to pull up the glass and then put some flame to the wick."

She produced a Zippo from her pocket and lit the lantern. Emily was still eyeing the flashlight tucked securely between Desdemona's large breasts. She was still just wearing the purple bikini top.

"Like what you see?" Desdemona chuckled, pulling the flashlight out.

"Just a little jealous I suppose." Emily said, putting a hand to her own small breasts, "I don't even have a bit of cleavage."

"Be happy. These things are grope magnets and back aches." Desdemona said, fondling herself.

"That bad? I always thought people blew that whole 'back pain over large boobs' thing out of proportion. My mother had large breasts and she never complained...Then again she grew up on a farm and chucked hay bails her whole childhood." Emily shrugged.

"Usually it's not so bad, but if I go jogging or anything that really makes me exercise, my back gets sore rather easily." Desdemona explained, leading the way out of the hut.

Emily held up the lantern and the light from the kerosene flame spread ten feet in front of her.

"I don't think I would mind having at least a little bigger boobs. I always feel like I don't fit in at beaches or pools. I mean...look at me? I'm barely even a B cup...and...to tell you the truth...I might as well be an A cup because I only bought a bigger size because I stuff them." Emily said, "I usually just put a clean sock in each cup."

"I can tell you hon, nobody on this island is going to look at you for your breast size. Most guys just want you to look good in a bikini and..." Desdemona looked over at her, "You do that well."

"Really? I mean...I've got almost no curves at all. My butt is the only thing that has a curve. I might as well be flat from my hips to my shoulders." Emily said, "I'm really jealous of girls like you...You've got such a great body. You're hips are beautiful and you've got a perfect butt."

"You're just saying that." Desdemona said, "My butt is too big, I mean, look at that."

She turned her butt towards her and ran a hand over it.

"Well I think it's darn cute." Emily said, continuing to walk forward.

"Hey, is there anything on your mind?" Desdemona asked.

"What? No, why do you ask?" Emily wondered what had prompted Desdemona to ask.

"I've got a kind of...sixth sense about people. I'm really good at spotting things like sexual frustration and whatnot." Desdemona said.

"I don't know...I feel like I'm being watched." Emily shrugged, "I was...try to nap this afternoon and...meh...it's really not worth mentioning."

"Nap? Emily, we're a close community here, I mean...really close." Desdemona said, "Please don't lie."

"Alright...I was having trouble napping and so...I...well...I tried to help it along." Emily scratched her head.

"I get it. I 'try to help it along' too." Desdemona giggled, teasing her.

"Anyway! I was in my hammock when I thought I heard the beads jingle." Emily said, "And those beads have weights on the bottom of them, so they couldn't really move all that easily."

"Ah! I think I know what's going on." Desdemona sighed with a smile.

"What?" Emily asked.

"We have this...well...you could call her a spirit on this island. Nobody is really sure where she came from, but she is a kind of guardian to the village. Nobody really ever sees her, but we've all spotted her from time to time." Desdemona said.

"What?" Emily said flatly.

"A young girl, maybe eighteen. She just showed up on the island one day when Joseph caught her stealing a bit of food from the bar. Nobody was really sure how long she had been on the island before that, but she is very wary of new people and more than one guest to our island has become convinced that they were being haunted." Desdemona said, shining her flashlight ahead of them.

"What's her name?" Emily asked, seeing the light ahead of them from the bar.

"We call her Ola'Uhane." Desdemona said, "It means 'Living Spirit'. Ola for short."

"Interesting." Emily nodded, "Maybe I'll have to try and talk to her."

"Good luck with that. Nobody has seen her for more than a few seconds and she's never said a word to any of us." Desdemona said, "Looks like the party's in full swing already!"

All one hundred inhabitants of the small Isle De Margarita were grouped around the bar. Two lights inside the bar lit the inside of the building and a bonfire in the middle of the buildings lit the rest of the area, along with some tiki-style torches.

"Emily! Welcome!" Jim called, seeing her.

He was holding two coconuts in his hands. They had their tops cut open and straws were sticking out of them.

"Hey Jim!" Emily said, waving to him.

"Here! This is Joseph's special drink! It's a Coconut and Rum margarita!" Jim said, handing her one of the coconuts.

"Are all these people here because of me?" Emily asked, seeing many of the people looking at her.

"Yes! It's a big deal when someone moves to the island, not just visits! Especially someone so well known!" Jim said, putting an arm around her shoulder, "Come on, meet some of the family."

Emily took a drink of the sweet margarita and followed Jim around. As the night went on, her eyes started to waver and things started to just become a buzz. She remembered Jim refilling her coconut twice over and remembered shaking hands and hugging with dozens of people. But in the end, the entire night became one fun filled smear in her memory. She probably wouldn't remember a quarter of the people she was introduced to.

But one distinct memory stood out from the night. At one point when she had wandered off into the trees to relieve herself, she saw some glowing yellow eyes poking out from a bush. Emily walked, more stumbled than walked, towards it and the eyes had disappeared with a rustle of leaves.

*******

Groaning, Emily opened her eyes and squinted against the bright sunlight. Her head throbbed and she didn't know where she was. Sitting up, she almost screamed, but instead grabbed her head in pain. Her eyes barely registered the fact that she was ten feet off the ground, lying on the angled thatched roof of Desdemona's home and store. Looking down at herself, she found that she was only wearing one sandal, her shorts were missing and she had a colorful fresh-flower lei around her neck. The strangest part was that she was also missing her white shirt and bikini top. However, she wasn't indecent, she was wearing a tie-dye bikini top now.

"What the hell happened..." Emily mumbled, her head throbbing with each syllable.

She rubbed her head and looked down at the ground. People were passed out against the buildings and the remnants of the bonfire still smoked. Emily sighed and shimmied down the roof. She hung off the edge of the roof and dropped to the ground. Her rubbery legs gave out under her and she collapsed onto her back. She just sighed and stayed there.

"What we're you doing on my roof?" Desdemona asked, poking her head out of the door.

Her hair was messy and she was topless. Jim poked his head over her shoulder and looked down at Emily.

"I...have no...idea..." Emily said, trying to cradle her throbbing head.

"Really? That means you did well last night." Jim chuckled, "If you remembered everything, then you didn't have a proper party."

"Any idea...ohh...where my clothes are?" Emily groaned as she got to her feet, "This isn't my top...and my shorts are missing...and a sandal..."

"They'll work their way back to the bar. Everyone returns what's not theirs to the bar after a party. Trust me, you're not the only one who woke up in wrong clothes." Desdemona said and she gave a squeak, "Jim!"

"Not my fault. It's just the morning." Jim said, nuzzling her neck.

"I'll talk to you later Emily." Desdemona smiled, "Unless you'd like to join us?"

"What...no!" Emily said a little to loudly and she cringed against the throb of pain.

"Alright then." Desdemona said, ducking back into her home without closing the door.

"Huh...so Jim and Desdemona...ohh...I need to go sleep..." Emily groaned.

She actually found her lantern hanging from the corner of Desdemona's porch. A quick shake showed that it was still over half full. Emily stumbled down the path with the lantern hanging from her hand. The entire island seemed eerily quiet, with the exception of Desdemona's moans coming from her doorway. They were really an open community around here if they were having sex for everyone to hear.




Mañana - A Better Day



A while later, Emily carefully set down the lantern on her hut floor and curled up in the hammock. She put a pillow over her head and sighed in the darkness. Her eyes stopped aching so bad and her headache started to lessen. She soon fell asleep again with her head hidden under the pillow.

*******

Emily woke up an hour later. Her tongue felt like it needed a shave and her head was feeling a little better. She got to her feet and put on her sunglasses and hat to darken the world. She kicked off her odd sandal and walked down the beach, still wearing her yellow and white bottom and tie-dye top. She walked down into the water and crouched in the shallow water. She splashed her face gently and wet down her body.

She stood up and let the sun warm her body. It was her first morning on the island and she was already hungover and confused. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she groaned. Walking back up to her hut, she looked down at her front step. There was a coconut and a mango sitting on the step. There was no way she had stepped over it on the way down to the water because she had been dragging her feet. This meant that somebody had left her them while she was in the water.

A sudden memory flashed into her head of a dark forest. She saw bushes and trees. A pair of glowing yellow eyes stared at her from the bushes and she shook her head.

"Ola'Uhune." Emily mumbled, picking up the fruit.

She walked into her hut and found a knife. She ran the blade in a circle around the orange and green mango, cutting it in half around the pit. She pulled the halves apart and cut the pit out before skinning the fruit. A bite and she found the fruit sweet and delicious. Bursts and pops of flavor exploded in her mouth and her stomach started to feel better almost right after the first bite. She quickly devoured half the fruit and looked at the coconut.

Emily had never held a coconut before and she could feel the liquid sloshing about inside. She set it down on the floor and stabbed it with the knife and stripped off the green husk. The brown inside was hard and tough. She looked around the room and found what looked like an ice pick sitting on the shelf of trinkets. Taking the pick, she stabbed the coconut twice and put her lips to one of the small holes.

While not as sweet as she had expected, the coconut milk was still rather delicious and she drank it all. Emily finished the other half of the mango and eyed the coconut. Suddenly a rush of memory came back to her. A splinter of last night's activity came into her head.

*******

Emily sipped on the third coconut margarita in her hand. She was feeling loose and happy. Her body tingled with warmth and she was laughing a lot. Everyone she talked to seemed ecstatic to meet her finally. She weaved her way through the crowd, greeting and meeting one person after another. Emily felt a hand grasp her ass and she turned around on one heel.

"H...Hey! No touchy!" She said, shaking a finger, "I'm not as think as you easy...hey...no touch!"

Her words were starting to slur and she was wavering on her feet. But she was far from the only one. Women held onto men's shoulders and men held onto other women. Throughout the night, the majority of the crowd slowly became one large swaying mass hanging onto itself. Another guy grabbed Emily in both hands.

"I...I thought I said...no touchy!" Emily slurred, looking at this other man, "You...you keep this up...and...I'll have to...show you what you're in for!"

"Oh really?" The man challenged.

"Yea! You...you try that again and I'll drag you off...and give you what for!" Emily called loudly.

The man held his hand up for her to clearly see and then he reached around her waist and grabbed her ass again.

"Ah...ahright...I warned you...come'ere." Emily grabbed his collar, "I'ma...I'ma let you have it.

She pulled him by the collar of his blue shirt towards Desdemona's house. People were more grouped around the bar and she was going to take this guy behind Desdemona's. Pulling him around the corner, she pushed him against the wall.

"Now you get it!" Emily said, holding up her fist.

She took a clumsy, half-hearted swing and stumbled forward. He caught her and she laid against his chest for a moment.

"H...hey!" She cried, "You're touching me a...again!"

"And you tried to take a swing at me." He chuckled.

"Ohhh..." Emily moaned, "I'm...I'm...sorry. I'm usually nice y'know. I...I swear...here, I'll make it up to you."

She slipped out of his arms and fell to her knees. She rubbed a hand over his crotch and reached for his belt. When the button wouldn't undo, Emily huffed and crossed her arms.

"Your...your pants hate me!" Emily said in annoyance.

"I'll tell you what, I'll talk to them." He said, unbuttoning his pants, "They've decided to open up."

"Ohh! Thankee pants." Emily mumbled, patting his leg.

She pulled his underwear down and looked at his cock. After a moment, she started to laugh. Putting an arm around his waist for support, she laughed loudly.

"What?!" The man asked angrily.

"Nothing! It just looks so funny! Here...watch...I can make him get big." Emily said, holding up a finger, "Watch this...I swear...it's not magic."

She wrapped her lips around him and started to suck on his member. The man groaned and leaned back against the wall. Emily sucked on his hard cock and pulled back.

"See!" Emily said, "Now he's all big and angry...is your dick Godzilla? Cuz he's big and angry too..."

"Sure...he could be Godzilla." The man chuckled, grabbing her head.

"Okay...here we go." She slurred, letting him push her back down on him.

She ran her tongue around him as he pushed further into her mouth. Emily tried to say something while sucking on him and then she pushed further down, taking his entire cock down her throat. The man gave a moan of pleasure and she gently rubbed his balls with one hand.

"Ohh...that's good! Ahh...I'm cumming!" The man grunted, putting his hands on her head.

He spurted a thick load of cum into her mouth and she pulled back, coughing. Emily swallowed and coughed again.

"Not...not very tasty...not like them coco...coco...whaever..." Emily mumbled, stumbling to her feet, "I'ma go find one..."

"That's it?" The man asked.

"I'm...I'm gonna go find a coco-thingie." Emily said, "Very tasty..."

*******

Emily snapped back to her self and moaned.

"Right next to Desdemona's shop right there? God what was a thinking?" Emily ran a hand through her hair, "I need to figure out what the hell else I did last night."

Shaking her head, she started down the path towards the village. She passed a couple of people who were walking off their hangovers and one man who was busy being sick over a barrel.

She walked into town and looked around. She strode towards the bar and came face to face with another girl. She had beautiful red hair that fell down to her shoulders in straight lengths. She was only wearing a tie-dye bottom and Emily's yellow and white top. She had a body much like Emily's. However she was well tanned and scars marred the perfect skin up to her elbows.

"Hey! My top!" Emily said, pointing at her.

"Oh yea...I forgot about that..." She put a hand to her forehead and laughed softly, "You doin' alright this mornin' honey?"

"What? Why wouldn't I? What happened?" Emily asked.

"Here, just take your top back." The girl smiled, shamelessly pulling off the bikini.

Emily blushed and put an arm across her breasts, pulling off the tie-dye top. She quickly put her own top back on and the girl turned to leave.

"Wait, what's your name?" Emily asked.

"You don't remember anything do you?" The girl laughed, "I'm 'Shrimp' Sally Susan."

A sudden flash of memory rushed back to her.

*******

"Sally!" Emily slurred, swaying where she stood, "We...we should...be...girlfriends...ya know..."

"Really?" Sally said.

"We...we're...alike..." Emily shook her head and tried to focus her eyes, "We're both skinny little flat-chests."

"I don't think I'm that bad. I know I'm just barely a B-cup, but I think I'm cute." Sally said, putting a hand to her chest.

"No man will ever love me!" Emily suddenly burst into tears, "I'm so tiny and boobless!"

She fell into Sally's arms and blubbered loudly.

"Hey...hey...I think you're beautiful." Sally said, holding onto Emily uncertainly.

"R...Really?" Emily sniffed, looking up at her, "You know...you're kinda cute too."

"You're drunk Emily." Sally sighed, standing Emily back on her feet.

"I'm not think as drunk you I am." Emily slurred with a laugh.

"Come on, let's get you home." Sally sighed, putting an arm around her.

"Noooo~!" Emily moaned, pushing on Sally.

"Come on you." Sally wrapped an arm under Emily's arms.

"Oooh~!" Emily breathed, "You're...you're touching my boob..."

Sally's fingers were barely brushing the edge of Emily's top.

"We should go back and have fun in the bushes." Emily breathed, reaching down to grab at Sally's tie-dye clad ass.

"Emily..." Sally sighed.

"Come on! Let's go!" Emily said, pulling her through the crowd, towards the bushes.

Sally sighed and let Emily pull her out of the party and into the foliage. Emily felt a vine tug at her ankle and she swore loudly. Trying to kick it off, all her movement only ended in her falling flat on her face.

"Emily? Are you okay?" Sally asked, rolling her over.

Emily was giggling and she looked over at Sally.

"I fell on my face!" Emily laughed.

"You're ridiculous." Sally sighed, brushing the dirt off Emily's cheek.

"Come here..." Emily said, putting her arms around Sally.

She pulled on Sally and made her crawl on top. Emily kissed her and Sally tried to pull back.

"Emily, you're too drunk." Sally said, pushing to her feet.

"Noo~!" Emily cried, grabbing Sally's leg.

"Let go Emily." Sally sighed.

"No. Not until we can have some fun." Emily huffed, pulling on her leg.

"E...Emily!" Sally cried out as she fell down on her hands and knees.

Emily scooted forward and grabbed the top of Sally's bikini. She pulled and exposed Sally's well-tanned butt.

"Oooh!" Emily moaned, "It's tan!"

"Emily! Let me go!" Sally squealed, pulling on her bikini.

"Nope!" Emily said, pulling on Sally.

She pulled Sally's bikini bottom off and grabbed her ankles.

"You look tasty." Emily said, crawling up between Sally's legs.

She leaned forward and gave Sally a lick. Sally gave a squeak and jerked forward. Emily put her hands on Sally's bottom and kept licking at her. Sally gave a moan and felt a buzzing pleasure through her body. She hadn't drank as much as Emily, but the liquor in her was making her light headed and a little frisky. She had wanted to wait and see if Emily still wanted her after they were both sober, but Emily obviously didn't care.

"Emily...that feels great..." Sally moaned.

Seeing her quite wet, Emily crawled forward on her knees and pushed two fingers into her. Sally gave a loud moan and propped herself up on her elbows. Emily took her wet fingers and pushed them into Sally's ass.

"Aaaah~!" Sally moaned loudly.

Emily twisted her hand and pushed her thumb into Sally's wet pussy. Sally cried out pleasurably as Emily fingered both her holes.

"Ahhh!" Sally cried, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Her body erupted with pleasure and she cried out loudly. Emily pulled her fingers out of her and lost her balance. She fell over backwards on her butt. Sally panted for a second to catch her breath. She got up on her hands and knees and got to her feet.

"That felt great." Sally sighed, "Thanks."

"Oooh...cute tie-dye." Emily said, picking up Sally's bottoms.

"Can I have those?" Sally asked, holding out her hand.

Emily handed them to Sally and stumbled to her feet. Sally slipped them on and Emily plucked at the string of Sally's top. She untied them both and stole Sally's top.

"Hey!" Sally squeaked.

*******

"Oh god I am sorry." Emily hung her head.

"It's okay." Sally smiled, "I had fun...Oh! Look! It's your sandal!"

She picked up a sandal that was sitting under one of the chairs on the porch.

"Thanks. I suppose I'll see you around?" Emily said, taking the Sandal.

"Sure." Sally nodded, walking away.

"Now where are my shorts and how did I get on that roof?" Emily asked herself, looking towards Desdemona's house.

She scratched her head and started to look around. Walking over behind Desdemona's house, she groaned and looked up. Her shorts were hanging above her from one of the tree branches. There was also a ladder sitting against the side of the building. While not as exciting nor as clear as the rest of her memory, she remembered walking with a few others around behind her shop. She had climbed onto the roof with a few other girls and had danced about on the roof. Some point during the night, she had disposed of her shorts and they ended up behind her in the tree.

"What a night..." Emily groaned, climbing up the ladder to retrieve her shorts.

As she walked back to her hut, her shorts and sandal hanging from her hand, she decided that maybe she should just go fishing. Forgetting about the night before was probably the best bet possible.

Chapter 4 - Lovely Cruise

Three days have passed on the quiet Isle De Margarita. Emily had talked with a few of the other islanders since then, but she's really learning how quiet and laid back the island is. Day in and day out, people just lived their lives by fishing and foraging. Much of the island own boats, so many people would spend a day going to another island to search for food or spend some time out in the bay fishing for dinner. Emily herself had been living on coconuts, bananas and fish. It had taken her a little while to get the hang of lighting fires, but with a little help from Jim and Desdemona, Emily was becoming quite self-sufficient.

She hadn't, however, spoken to many of the other people on the island. Most of her time had been spent getting better at fishing and learning what was edible and what wasn't.

"So what do people on the island do to earn money? The stores and the bar do charge money, people must make money somehow." Emily asked, casting out the bright orange fly again.

She was standing hip deep thirty feet from the shore with Jim standing still beside her, his own pole in his hand. He was casting in a different direction than her.

"Nothing really. The island kind of has a community coffer thing going on. Anyone who makes money just gives it to Joseph and he doles it out when people need it." Jim explained, "The reason you were charged for the clothes was because nobody knew if you were staying on the island yet."

"So now that I am living here, I'll get everything for free?" Emily asked.

"Well, the idea behind a community coffer is that we all contribute and we all take care of each other. So, yes you will get things for free, but it would be appreciated if you could help about the island in return." Jim said.

"Well how much money does it take to keep up with everything?" Emily asked.

"I dunno...it varies. More parties means more booze. A new inhabitant, which is fairly rare, means more clothes. A storm and some damage means repair costs." Jim shrugged, "You'd have to ask Joseph."

"Okay. Cuz if I'm gonna stay in this paradise, I might as well help. I've got a few thousand dollars, which is why I was asking." Emily pulled back on her rod.

"Honey, for a few thousand dollars, you could buy the bar." Jim chuckled, "You seriously got rid of everything and took all your money?"

"Yea, I've got something like ten-thousand dollars sitting in my bag." Emily said, "You guys need it, it's yours."

"I'll have to let Joseph know. He'll be happy, probably have enough for him to finally replace a few burned out lights around the village." Jim chuckled.

"You guys are that short on money?" Emily looked over at him.

"Oh no, Joseph was a banker back in the day and so he always goes on about savings and rainy-day money. We've got money, he's just very tight-fisted about spending it on anything that's not dire." Jim laughed, "With a few thousand extra, he'll probably loosen up a bit."

"Hey, do you have a boat? I bet we'd get better fishing a little further out." Emily said.

"Emily, you have a boat." Jim said flatly.

"What?" Emily asked.

"Yea, Leo's boat is floating out there in the harbor. He said a few years ago whoever owned his property owned that boat, should he ever actually die." Jim smiled, putting emphasis on the 'actually'.

"Seriously?" Emily said, "What kind of a boat?"

"A sail boat obviously. There's only one boat on this island that isn't a sail boat or a dingy." Jim said, "One of the girls on the western point as a pontoon boat that they use for fun runs up to Tortuga or somewhere like that, you know, day trips."

"Well what're we waiting for? Let's go sailing!" Emily said, "You can teach me how right?"

"Sure." Jim shrugged, reeling in his line.

As they walked up the beach, Emily got a wild hair of a question.

"How long have you and Desdemona been together?" She asked, "You two obviously don't try and be quiet about it."

"Together?" Jim asked, "No, no. We were just having sex."

"Wait a second, you're having sex, but you're not together?" Emily asked.

"Yea, it'd be too much of a hassle for sex if we were going out. Didn't she ever tell you?" Jim asked.

"No, never mentioned anything about you two." Emily shrugged.

"No, I meant about the island?" Jim asked.

"What about the island?" Emily said.

"She must've told you how close of a community we are around here." Jim said flatly.

"Wait, you're community is close enough that you all just swing with each other?" Emily said in amazement.

"Yea. Nobody on the island has one of them sex diseases, so we all just swing with whoever we feel like. Sure, some of the people fall in love and stay in secluded relationships, but most of us are pretty open about things." Jim said, "I thought you had sex with Sally your first night here?"

"Oh!" Emily squeaked and blushed, "You know about that?"

"Everybody does. Sally spent the next day telling everyone how the new girl pretty much raped her." Jim chuckled.

"That must be why she hasn't talked to me. I probably should apologize." Emily sighed.

"Oh no, she wasn't complaining, she was bragging. Sally's really into that thing, loves it when someone just randomly plows her." Jim said, "Her complaint was that you weren't a guy."

"Oooookay~!" Emily was a little shocked.

"Come on, his boat is anchored over in the bay here. We'll have J run us out there." Jim said, pointing at the lighthouse.

*******

"Seeya bruddahs!" J said, waving to them as he paddled the small boat back to shore.

"This is amazing." Emily looked around the ship.

"Yup! She's a beauty!" Jim said, setting his two large jugs of water on the deck at his feet. They had borrowed two jugs of fresh water from J so that they wouldn't have to go back to the village.

About thirty feet long, it had one large sail of bright orange fabric. The sail was reefed and spun into a large roll that was carefully held between the top of the mast and the yardarm. It was by far the brightest boat in the harbor. The Hull was sunburst yellow and the deck was clean white. The other boats around them were soft colors, blue, green, black and a weird pink boat.

"Leo always liked being seen. Probably why he up and bought that Albatross." Jim said, "Now the wind is in our favor today, it's an East to West wind. The wind always comes in off the Atlantic and usually curves up towards the States. You'll want to remember that when you're sailing."

"Okay." Emily nodded, following him up to the helm.

"Now Leo's boat has a diesel engine in it to get it out of the bay before you run up the sails. Easier to get going that way." Jim said, "He never took the key out of it and you might as well not either. Nobody gets on another boat without good reason."




Mañana - A Better Day



"Alright." Emily said, watching him turn the key that was in the water proof case behind the wheel.

There was a rumble and a burst of black smoke out the back of the engine.

"Isn't black smoke bad?" Emily asked.

"Not in diesels. It's just burning a little oil to start up. Old engines like this tend to burn a little oil. We'll be alright." Jim chuckled.

"Alright then." Emily shrugged.

"Now, when you're starting out, you have to have to know exactly where the wind is coming from and going to." Jim instructed.

*******

"This is wild!" Emily said over the sudden gust of wind rushing past them.

The sails were full and they were moving rather quickly. Emily stood at the helm, the wheel grasped in her hands. Jim stood up in the prow, leaning on the railing and looking back at Emily.

"Keep an eye on the direction of the wind!" Jim called, "Because this is not a square-rigged sail, you want to sail just off center from the wind. If you over-canvass the sails, the boat may go faster, but it will be rougher. It will also wear on the sails harder!"

"Right-O!" Emily nodded, looking at the bright yellow flag tied to the top of the mast.

The flag fluttered about ten degrees to the left of the bow, meaning the wind was coming from behind and to Emily's right. She had picked up sailing rather quickly and they had been out on the water for more than three hours now. The island could still be seen far in the distance behind them, but they were well out to see.

"Alright! We're gonna reef-sail and fish a little." Jim said, walking to the mast, "See that long handle by your right foot? Grab it and pull on the handle real hard. Give it a few good pumps and push it all the way forward until it's almost touching the deck."

Emily grasped hold of the metal lever and pushed it back and forth a few times until it grew hard to push. Then she pushed it all the way forward and it seemed to lock in place. There was a loud whirring of rope and some gears started to spin loudly. The sail started to sink as it was twisted away from the mast. It spun into a single long roll from the end of the yardarm to the top of the mast. This gave the sail the impression of a great empty triangle hanging on the side of the mast. It could easily be unfurled and pulled back into full sail when needed. The ship began to slow almost immediately after reefing.

"Now push the lever on your left forward until it clicks!" Jim instructed her.

She did so and there was a very loud splash from the bow.

"And that was the anchor. It has about a ninety foot rope on it, it should it bottom in a moment and we'll be held relatively still." Jim said, grabbing his fishing pole from beside the mast.

"That's it?" Emily said, holding her hands up as she walked down the stairs from the helm.

"That's it!" Jim nodded, "Modern boats are far easier to sail than made out, as long as you have someone who knows what they're doing on board."

The boat slowly came to a halt and bobbed gently in the water. Emily picked up her fishing rod and came to stand next to Jim. They both cast their lines in the water and Emily gave a contented sigh.

"I think I want to die here." Emily smiled.

"You aren't the first one. You know I own the majority of the island right?" Jim looked sideways at her.

"Really?" Emily asked, "Can I ask how you and Leo started this island?"

"Well, it was after one of my shows about ten years back...maybe longer...I don't know anymore. But anyway, he came to me after my show and said, 'You like the island life right?' I said, 'Yea'. He said, 'Well I have a proposition for you.' I asked, 'What is it?' He said, 'You have money and I have skills. Let's buy an island and start our own country.'" Jim said, "Now I had never met Leo in my life before this. He was looking like a crazy old fart to me because I was only twenty-three. What did I know besides the fact that I had more money than god and the record companies said my music was pure gold."

"So how old are you?" Emily asked.

"Don't rightly know anymore. I'm old enough to know and young enough not to care. So anyway...I said, 'Are you crazy old man? Why would I give you my money?' He said, 'Come with me to this island and I bet you'll be jumping to buy it.' So I tell my manager I'm taking a week off to go on vacation. My manager about shits himself and tells me I'm not allowed to go. I give him the finger and walk away." Jim chuckled, "Then I come here with Leo in a rented little Cessna water skipper of a plane. We spent a few days on the island and Leo more than convinced me. So I emptied my bank account of it's millions and bought this island and the surrounding ocean. I also payed up to have a ton of supplies and a building crew brought here to hack apart the center of the island and build the village we had now."

"Really? Wow." Emily said, pulling back on her rod.

"Yea, we also had a lighthouse built. My manager was so pissed at me that he dropped me to be left on my own. That was the first time I lost my fortune. That first year was real rough on the island. But a few lucky breaks and a few dozen people invited to live with us and we did it. Soon after hearing about this, my manager came down and begged for me to come back." Jim said, "I did and here went to make another fortune. My money supports this island off and on. Right now we're a little poor because I haven't had any good tours. My manager is still trying to get things together."

"I think I got something!" Emily said, pulling back on her rod harder.

The rod bent over and she was tugged towards the railling. Jim quickly reeled in his line and put his rod on the ground. A strong tug from the fish and Emily jerked forward slightly.

"Come on now!" Jim said, wrapping his arms around Emily.

He grabbed onto the rod and pulled back with Emily.

"Reel! Come on!" Jim told her, "You've got something big!"

Emily tried to pull on the reel and the string twanged loudly. They were suddenly thrown back as the line snapped in half. Jim fell back on the deck and Emily landed on top of him with a cry.

"Ohhh...Sorry Jim..." Emily groaned.

"Owww...I smacked my head on the mast..." Jim groaned, rubbing the back of his head while Emily tried to get off him.

"I'm sorry." Emily said, kneeling next to him, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Jim said, getting to his feet, "Just a...little dizzy."

He swayed where he stood and almost fell. Emily caught him and helped him stand.

"Come on, let's go sit you down." Emily said, helping him walk down the stairs and into the cabin underneath the helm.

The cabin was just a kitchen table in front of the stairs. It split on either side of the stairs and filled in a little more towards the bow. There was a small kitchen and a cramped bathroom. In the prow of the boat was a nice sized bed. Emily hadn't been down here yet and she looked around, quite interested. She helped Jim walk back to the bed and sat him down on the edge of it.

"Really, I'm fine." Jim said, holding his hands up.

"Let me see your head." Emily said, putting her hands on his head.

She thumbed through his hair and found only a small bump. She turned his head towards him and felt his head.

"Emily, I bumped my head, I don't have a fever." Jim sighed, brushing her hand away, "You wouldn't happen to be doing this for another reason would you? Is that why you took me to the bed?"

"What? No! I mean...you're cute and all...I mean, I wouldn't...with you...I mean...sure I would...but...I..." Emily gave a desperate sigh, "I swear that wasn't what I was thinking."

"Why not?" Jim sat forward and put his hands around her.

"Jim!" Emily squeaked, feeling his hands on her hips.

"Haven't you ever heard of the motion of the ocean?" Jim smiled, his fingers inching further around her waist.

"That is so cheesy!" Emily giggled, "But, okay."

She put her knees on either side of him and sat on his lap, facing him. Emily put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him on the lips.

"So you want to do this even though I sleep with Desdemona too?" Jim asked.

"That's a really bad thing to ask right when I'm about to go down on you." Emily chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I know, but I'm not a total ass." Jim smiled.

"I was never one for monogamy. So, yea, I want to do this." Emily chuckled, pushing him back on the bed.

She bent over his bare chest and locked lips with him. Jim's hands felt down her body and held her to him. Emily did feel a twinge of jealousy at the fact that Jim could have sex with her and move onto other girls, but she forgot about that when she reminded herself that she could do the same.

"Let's see just how big you are." Emily smiled, sliding down his body.

She unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down. His cock was no porn-star's dick, but she could tell it was big enough to please. She put her lips to the side of it and started to lick. Emily wasn't very good and sucking dick, but she at least knew how to run her tongue around it. It grew stiff and she started to rub him with both hands. Jim gave a moan of pleasure and she wrapped her lips around his head. Having only done this once before, Emily couldn't take much more than two or three inches without starting to gag, so she rubbed half of him while she sucked on the other half.

"Ahhh...Emily...that feels wonderful." Jim moaned.

He clenched his hands and moaned loudly. Emily felt a thick glob of cum spurt into the back of her mouth. She kept down on him, swallowing down his thick load of hot cum. Jim gave a moan that led into a sigh.

"Good?" Emily asked, wiping her mouth.

"Very." Jim smiled, sitting up, "Lie back and let me work my magic."

"Oooh." Emily smiled, "Let's hope you're good."

She dropped her bottoms and laid back on the bed.

"It's not called magic for nothing." Jim smiled, spreading her legs.

He knelt between her knees and licked at her pussy. Emily sighed and cooed. His tongue phed around between her lips and it gave her a shiver of pleasure. He licked over her and his tongue pushed up around her clit. She gave a sudden moan and fidgeted nervously. He started to get her wet as his tongue probed around her.

"Aaaaah!" Emily moaned loudly.

She arched her back and squirmed back and forth as Jim ate her out. His tongue probed inside her and pushed around. He sat back and pushed two fingers into her. Emily moaned loudly as an electric shock coursed up her, making her muscles jerk and making her cry out loudly. His fingers pulled her open and pushed around her insides. Slowly, Jim pushed his way deeper and moved his fingers further up. He pulled back towards himself, curling his fingers over as he did so. Jim's fingers pushed against a spot inside her that made Emily squeal and cry with pleasure. Her entire body was flushed and beads of sweat started to glisten on her skin.

"Right there?" Jim asked, rubbing against it again.

Emily responded with a shrill cry and an orgasm. Her body shook and her inside convulsed. She thrashed on the bed and squirted on Jim's fingers.

"Woohoo!" Jim laughed, "She's a wet one!"

Emily clenched her fists and her body started to relax. The trail ends of the orgasm made her entire body sensitive and prickle with a nice feeling. She breathed heavily and wiped the back of her hand across her forehead.

"J...Jim...damn...that..." Emily let out a ragged whistle, "Wow..."

"How long has it been since you have been with a man?" Jim asked flatly.

"Ohh...probably high school..." Emily sighed, pushing her self up into a shaky sitting position.

"Masturbate often?" Jim said.

"Well...I..." Emily blushed, "I don't know...what you consider often...but...I...often enough."

"Alright, maybe that's a little personal." Jim chuckled.

"After what you just did, I'm not sure there's much more personal you can get." Emily said, getting to her feet.

"That's it?" Jim asked.

"Hell no, are you crazy?" Emily put her hands on his chest, "I just want top."

She shoved him back onto the bed and crawled on top of him. Emily straddled his waist and rubbed herself against his cock, covering it in the juices that still saturated her crotch. When he was sufficiently wet and hard, Emily held up his cock and pushed herself down on it. She moaned loudly and settled on top of him. She sat still for a moment.

"You okay?" Jim asked.

"It's...just been a while..." Emily breathed, biting her lip, "My...my vibrator...wasn't this big..."

"I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult." Jim chuckled, running his hands up the smooth skin of her hips.

"C...Compli...ment." Emily sighed, pushing herself up.

She slipped up and almost off him before pushing herself back down. She moaned the entire length and started to roll her pelvis around down on him. Pleasure flowed, uninhibited, through her entire body. She moaned and writhed on top of him, pushing her hips up and down.

Jim loved watching girls get all hot and bothered, especially when he was the cause of it. He pushed his pelvis upward and made Emily squeak loudly. She was feeling ecstatic, her entire body was giddy with pleasure. She moaned and bounced on him, letting his cock pierce inside her again and again.

Emily had long since forgotten how good it felt to be with a man. Either that or she had never really known. Whatever the reason, she didn't care. Emily's tongue hung out of her mouth and she constantly crying and moaning loudly. She felt herself start to tense up. Her entire body was alive with pleasure and she couldn't take it any longer.

"I'm going to cum!" Emily cried out loudly.

She cried out and shuddered. Her entire body shook madly. Jim felt her clench around him and hold him tight. Emily cried out loudly again and collapsed forward onto him. She panted heavily and her entire body tingled sensitively. She felt like a pile of rubber, completely unable to move. Jim put an arm around her and turned over. He spread her legs and pushed in and out of her.

"Aaaah! J...Jim!" Emily squealed.

Her sensitive body felt like it was overflowing with sensation. She didn't know what kind of sensation it was, be it pain, pleasure, hot, cold or some new sensation. Whatever it was, it was far too powerful for her to handle and she screamed loudly. Her entire body shook and her head lolled to the side. Her tongue hung out and drool ran down her cheek. Jim pushed in and out of her again and pulled his cock out. He moaned and spurted hot cum up on her belly.

"Ahh!" Jim sighed, flopping down onto the bed next to her.

Her senses were just starting to come back to her. Emily wasn't sure, but she felt as if the last few minutes had been one solid orgasm. She turned her head to Jim and took a breath.

"My god..." She breathed.

"You looked like you were about to meet him." Jim chuckled.

"I might as well have." Emily smiled.

She fell asleep soon after. Jim curled up with her and they took a short nap. The two of them got up a little later. They dressed and walked up on deck.

"Aaah! I haven't had a good romp like that in...well...I don't I ever have!" Emily said, stretching her arms above her head.

"We should probably start back." Jim said, looking over at the sun, "Maybe three hours until sundown."

"Alright, how do we sail into the wind?" Emily asked stretching her back.

"Switchbacks." Jim said, "You sail sideways to the wind and cut back and forth. Here, I'll show you."

*******

They sailed into Isle De Margarita's small harbor right as the first bands of red streaked across the sky. The sun was almost gone and the light was fading. The sail was reefed and the anchor was down in the shallow water. The water was only a little over ten feet deep where they were.

"I'll swim to shore and get the boat." Jim said.

"Why?" Emily asked, hurling herself over the railing and into the water.

"Don't you want your fishing pole?" Jim asked, looking down at her.

"I actually found a second one packed away in the shack, so that one can stay there. Mind putting it below deck for me?" Emily asked, floating in the water.

"Alright." Jim chuckled, "I'll take care of it."

"Thanks!" Emily called, starting to swim lazily on her back towards the shore.

Chapter 5 - Distantly In Love

Ecstatic couldn't describe Joseph when he saw Emily hand him her ten-thousand dollars. A large bundle of American hundreds, the money would keep the island afloat until Jim went out to make another fortune. It was the day after Emily's sailing lesson and she had woken up that morning feeling wonderful. She didn't know if it had been the sex with Jim or the fact that she was finally fitting in, but she was feeling truly relaxed. Looking back on her first week on the island and she realized that what she took as relaxation, was actually just a change in pace and location. She had still been a little wrapped up in her own insecurities and worries.

But now, after sleeping with Jim, learning to sail and knowing that her money would help the island stay afloat; she couldn't help but smile and be happy. She bounced with every step, laughed often and was truly enjoying herself. She finally understood why Leo had hurled as much of her previous life into the water as possible. If she had come here with that suitcase and that clothing, it would've been a daily reminder of her previous life. But now, she had no money, nothing except island clothes and no possessions except for what was in her small backpack and in the hut. However, the bag wasn't full of things to ruin her time or remind her of home. The only things left in it were some earrings, a necklace, and some soap and shampoo.

A first, Emily had thought to bathe out in the ocean, but Desdemona assured her that it wouldn't work well. She also had pointed Emily to a fresh water spring that splashed down from the center of the island, on the far side of the village. Apparently there was a large pool just on the tree line that the villagers used as a community bath.

Even though she spent much of her time in the water, Emily was starting to feel very grungy after more than a week without a shower. She didn't really care how she looked, but she was definitely starting to smell.

So the afternoon after she had given Joseph the money, Emily started to walk along the path towards the village. She passed through it and down the path that followed the small creek. It was a little cold and Emily was trying to figure out how a six or eight inch deep creek could make a bath. But she kept walking, a towel on one arm and a small basket with soap and shampoo on the other.

Just when she started to think she took the wrong path, Emily spotted a tall bamboo fence. It was built right over top the small creek and Emily assumed it was the bath. She walked up and found a small gate roped into the fence. On the gate, a small sign was hung that read 'Gals'. She peeked at it and found the other side read 'Guys'. Emily presumed it was their way of marking which gender's turn it was to bathe.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The fence was a large square that was built around a pool ten feet across. Desdemona, Sally and a third girl were all in the pool at the moment.

"Heya Emily. Finally find our little secret?" Desdemona chuckled.

"Would've been nice to know about it a few days ago." Emily smiled, removing her bikini and the small sun dress she had been wearing on top of it.

"Never really thought about telling you. Sorry." Desdemona shrugged, "Hop in, it's deeper than you think."

The three girls were all standing in the water, Sally and the younger girl were up to their shoulders and Desdemona was up to her breasts. Emily slipped off the soft bamboo floor that was built around the pool and sank down to her shoulders in swirling, luke-warm water.

"No kidding." Emily said, looking down at herself.