Chapter 65: Chapter 65

Andrews plane crashes on a tropical island and is the only survivor. He survives being stranded alone for 10 years until one day a beautiful girl washes up on shore unconscious.

What will happen, will they both be rescued now or not? Will a romance develope between them, being the only two on the island, maybe sparks fly and lust grows... hot nights and erotic moments lie ahead with this story, so get ready for some steamy chapters and lines that'll make you blush.

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I had been on this island for 10 years.

Survived the most horrid tropical storms, known starvation and survived my own mind somehow.

I was on a business trip, only passenger on board and we hit a massive storm, going down on a tropical island. The pilot, Jerry...... didn't survive, but somehow I did. It took me the better half of 2 years to get a handle of island living. Of living by myself.

It was extremely hard, the time is what creeps up on you. Your too worried about not dying and then once you get the hang of it you realise your alone. Especially those cold nights, wishing there was a beautiful woman beside me.

I had turned the plane into my home. To say I was the luckiest stranded bastard in history was an understatment. Just so happens my family owns a retail chain, the biggest in the world. It also just so happens that the plane that crashed was filled to capacity with everything and anything one could possibly need when stranded on a tropical island.

With the materials and items I found I was able to create a solar powered shower, I was so proud of myself that I celebrated by drinking some of my stash. There was enough to Last me years, there was also some non perishable foods like jars of pickles, tins of tomatoes and fruit, dried herbs and beef jerky.

There was plenty There, I was lucky. But I rationed the food, wanting it to last as long as possible. I didn't know when i would be rescued, if ever.

Although I was much better stocked for survival than Chuck on cast away, this wasn't a movie. I spent the first few months hoping and praying, even cried about going home. I saw a light on the horizon once so I lit a huge Bon fire, trying to get attention. It never worked, they never saw me.

I couldn't understand that after all these years I only saw one boat. I must be somewhere far, far away from any islands that people pass on boasts and ships.

It was useless and I resigned to the fact I would be stranded here forever.

So I spent my days foraging for whatever food i could find that day, to save the food on the plane. Another lucky thing is whatever island I've crashed on is abundant in food, shade and fresh water.

There's loads of fish and crabs to catch with the fishing line and nets I found on the plane, I even caught octopus a couple of times in the rock pools.

I also have access to different ranges of fruits and there is tones of sweet leaf here which is basically spinach.

The plane gives me somewhere to sleep and shade from the intense sun. It's just so incredibly lonely.

Back home I had my family and few friends but I worked so much I didn't socialise much. Now though, when my company is my only option, it sucks.

I think about my family and how much they must be worried, well were worried. They've probably assumed I'm dead by now, it has been 10 years. And just like Chuck I've tallied my days here. Today marks 10 years since that plane crashed.

10 years I've been alone here, just surviving. It's like I'm The only one in the world most days and i have to remind myself that I'm not.

Its getting late in the afternoon and a storm is on the horizon, I should start my fire now and cook the fish I caught before this storm hits.

I start the fire and cook the fish, the sky looking gloomier and gloomier as the minutes tick by. Then in typical tropical weather fashion the rain comes out of nowhere. It's hard, pelting down on my bare skin until i run for cover of the plane.

The rain hitting the plane makes a "Ting" sound and it echoes inside.

I end up pulling out a book I've started reading, "Lord of the flies" ironic, really.

I have a decent collection of books and magazines, even manuals for cars and mowers.

I get comfy on my make shift bed and start chapter 7. I remember getting to chapter 10 before falling asleep.

I wake up to the seagulls squawking and the waves coming and going back out to sea. The sun is shining so the storm has passed. I sit up and then stretch, standing to walk outside.

I have a general spot I use as a toilet and change it around every week but as I'm going to piss I notice something on the shore. There's a bit of wood and...... a person!

There's a person laying on the wood! Oh my God, an actual person. Shit are they dead? I run over to check if they are alive.

When i reach them I carefully roll them on to their back and gasp when I see the person is a girl!

She's beautiful, actually fucking stunning. I have never seen anyone with such angelic features before, her skin is beautifully tanned and her lips are pretty and pink. Even covered in sand and sopping wet I can see she's beautiful.

She's totally out and looks like she may have bumped her head since there's a little bump there. I pick her up and bring her up to the plane to dry her off and make sure there aren't any serious injuries.

Once I have her down on the bed I remove her shirt and notice she's just in a bikini top and small, very small shorts. I decide to leave her in them, their thin enough they'll dry quickly.

I wrap her in one of the spare blankets and start heating up a stew for when she wakes up, I have no idea how long she's been out on the water.

I place the crab I found last night while going for a piss into the pot, along with some of that sweet leaf and a can of potatoes I had stashed away.

I return to her side and check her temperature, making sure she doesn't have a fever. She seems fine.

I start to wonder if anyone will be looking for her, maybe someone will come for her and I'll be rescued as well.

It's been half an hour and the stew is done so i pull it out and place it on the make shift bench I made, to cool. When I come back the girl is trying to sit up and holding her head, moaning.

"Hey, hey. Take it easy. I think you've hit your head." I say while taking a seat next to her.

She moves back and her eyes go round.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I found you unconscious on the shore and brought you back up the beach to my camp, to make sure you were OK." I explain.

I see her start to breathe again and licks her lips. Fuck, they are gorgeous.

"Oh, oh my God. Thank you, thank you for helping me. Um... where are we?" She asks.

"That, I don't know. I'm sorry but my plane crashed here and I've been stranded ever since." I tell her.

"How long have you been stranded for?" She asks.

Here we go....

"10 years." I say.

"What?!" She gasps.

"No, no way. Someone would have come looking for you, surely!" She says.

"No, I'm afraid not. My plane got stuck in a huge storm pulling us way off course, at least that's what the pilot told me before we went down. If people were looking for me, they would have been looking in the wrong spots. I say.

"Oh my God, what are we going to do, where is the pilot?" She asks, panicking a bit now.

"He.. well he, he died in the crash. I buried him on the other side of the island." I say sadly.

"Oh, no. I'm.. I'm so sorry." She says.

"Look, I know it's not perfect but the plane that i crashed in was packed with stuff to help me get through, I wasn't stupid with it and rationed what food I had and even still have plenty of canned goods left. We have shelter and tools to help us. I've survived for 10 years here, it can be done." I say to her.

She bursts in to tears, crying hard. I scoot onto the bed and sit beside her pulling her to my side in a hug.

"Hey, it'll be ok. At least your not alone, I'll help you and take care of you ok. What's your name?" I ask.

She sniffles and looks up at me with her gorgeous green eyes.

"Nichole, but people just call me Nic or Nicky." She says.

"Well, Nicky. It's nice to meet you, I wish it was under better circumstances. I'm Andrew, but you can call me Drew." I say.

"It's nice to meet you too, Drew." She says.