With pirates now on the island, how will they survive?

In 10 parts, By BlewWater69. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

As John got close to where he had left Pam hiding she dashed out from the rocks to greet him.

"Shit, I thought you were dead you were gone so long," Pam lambasted him and smacked his arm none too lightly.

"Ouch; sorry, I just had to stay to see what they were up to," John confessed.

"Don't ever leave me like that again. I was petrified you were hurt or worse," Pam scolded.

"Okay; okay, I won't," John agreed.

"Well; tell me; what're they doing?"

"They buried those bags and the briefcase too," John exclaimed.

He

grabbed her elbow and led her back behind the rocks for cover. He also

glanced one last time down the beach to make sure they had not been

seen. They crouched below the rocks on the sand.

"Pam, they are definitely not friendlies. And that poor girl appears to be a hostage or slave or something."

"Oh, god! Are they a danger to us?"

"Yeah, we need to cover our tracks as much as possible and be prepared to leave if we have too."

"But, John, the raft isn't ready, you said so yourself, and the sail is nowhere near done," Pam exclaimed.

"I

know but our chances of survival might be slim otherwise. I have a

feeling they don't want anyone to know they were here and especially

where they buried those bags," John professed.

"What're we going to do?" Pam questioned nervously.

"I

think they're going to bed down for the night where they are. They

built a fire and were drinking heavily when I left. No telling how much

exploring they're going to do in the morning though. We need to work

through the night getting ready."

"Ready for what?"

"To defend ourselves and leave the island if we have to," John declared.

"Defend ourselves; with what? They have fucking machine guns!" Pam exclaimed.

"I know, it's not good, but hopefully we can maintain surprise on our side."

"John,

there are four of them with guns. The three other guys didn't have guns

and we were lucky you got two of them with your trap."

"I

know, Pam, but what the hell you want me to do? You said it yourself.

The raft isn't ready and we can only use it as a last resort. Without a

sail we'll just drift wherever," John stated.

"I know; I know!" Pam agreed frightfully.

"We

got to move the raft to the western side of the island as far away from

these guys as we can to preserve our escape and we have to get rid of

the ramp so they won't see it. Then we have to provision the boat as

best we can before dawn. I also need to resurrect the trap and we need

to prepare to defend ourselves," John explained.

"Oh, god, this is crazy. Maybe we should just take the raft now before they wake?"

"To where? We could drift way out to sea and we don't have enough saved provisions for too long," John concluded.

"I know!" Pam agreed emphatically. "You're right. It just looks like suicide to me to take these guys on."

"I've got an idea. If it works we can get away quickly," John explained.

"Okay, I hope so," Pam worried aloud.

"Come with me. I'll explain as we work," John instructed.

First

thing they worked on was to prepare the camp. John hadn't reset the

booby traps after Pam had worried that one time about exactly this very

thing happening. She had once said to him, when they argued over when to

signal and when not to, that she was concerned that they would signal

to the wrong people. Well, here the bad guys had come unsolicited by

them. Fortunately John had saved the parts to his booby trap. He hadn't

wanted to reset it for fear one of them would accidently trip it but now

he worked feverishly to reset the hanging traps.

He

climbed two trees near the camp with the long pointed pieces of

driftwood strapped to his back. He secured them in place with the vines

he had used before and ran them down to the ground. He then connected

them in trip wire fashion on three sides to the approach to the hut.

When he was done he had it just like the first time when it had worked

to great efficiency on the drug runners. Only this time he worried that

Pam might be right. The chances were greater these guys would approach

in daylight after sleeping off their drunk. They might more easily see

the trip wires. If they totally avoided the trap then their chances of

survival diminished substantially.

Once

that was done they moved the suitcases they planned to leave with on

the raft, including the money, up onto the high rock above their hut.

John planned to make a stand from that advantage point. If things got

out of hand quickly they could run away on the opposite side of the rock

formation away from the hut to the west. The drop off the big flat rock

to the sand on that side was only three feet and then a path wound

through the rocks down to the western beach. It would take the pirates

or whatever they were some time to figure out how to climb the rock and

get on top. Once they did, he hoped Pam and he would already be down to

the beach and the raft.

Next,

John had Pam hand him up whatever weapons they had. Knives, three

spears they used for fishing, and the bow and five arrows John had made

with bamboo for their trip on the raft. He hoped to be able to shoot

fish if they came close enough to the raft while they were at sea. He

had never planned for this and with building the raft had only practiced

once to see if it worked. He had done archery as a kid but that was a

long time ago and the practice proved how rusty he was. Plus his bow and

arrows were rudimentary at best. The only good thing was the tips were

sharp, with small pointed pieces of aluminum from the plane.

With

the camp set, they began the far more difficult task. They had to

launch the raft and pull it through the surf around the western side of

the island. They had to moor it there but in such a way that they could

release it quickly to get away if need be. They then had to dismantle

the ramp to the water and hide the remaining bamboo. John reasoned there

was strong likelihood the leader of the bad guys would explore the

island a little before departing. If he did, he only had to walk fifty

feet south to spot the lean-to from the drug runners. Once seeing that

he was sure their interest would be piqued to look further. If for

nothing more than to make sure the island was uninhabited as they

probably suspected at first or maybe even knew from previous visits.

John

believed they would then discover the two pieces of the plane on the

southern shoreline and probably next Pam's mother's grave along with the

other passengers. It wouldn't take a genius to realize someone had to

bury them and might still be around.

The

work was difficult as they slid the raft down near the water and

started dismantling the already used part of the ramp. John had kept one

of the knives in his pocket and used that to walk around slicing loose

the vine bindings that held the bamboo ramp together. Once he had cut

them all he left Pam to dispose of the bamboo pieces off the beach in a

clump of rocks and palms. They would be unlikely to discover them there

without a very thorough search.

John

fought the surf for over an hour to pull and push the raft around the

island. He could have used Pam's help to keep it from washing repeated

up onto the beach as he tried to pull it around by the vine he hoped to

moor it with on the western side. Unfortunately, she needed to keep

working on what she was doing. The full moonlight afforded them ample

light for the work they were doing but John knew daylight wasn't far off

now. They were both sweating and breathing heavily as they raced to get

done what they needed to.

John

used the same method he had seen the pirates use. He carried the

largest rock he could down to the beach and tied the vine off to it. He

felt good it would hold the raft from drifting away with the coming tide

but still give him the opportunity to cut them loose for a hasty

departure. His arms and back ached by the time he jogged back along the

beach to see how Pam was doing. Along the way he passed the signal pyre.

He had forgotten about that. It too along with the S O S rocks on the

beach should be dealt with. He groaned aloud to himself as he raced back

to Pam.

Pam

had most of the bamboo off the beach and hidden. John helped her cut

the last few bindings at the end which had been under the raft before he

left and dispose of the remaining pieces. Their footprints were all

over the place in the sand. The only good news they had as they sweated

and huffed was the tide was coming in. It would hide or wash away many

of their tracks in the harder sand.

The

next task was to disperse the rocks they had used to form the S O S

sign on the beach. That took about thirty minutes of very hard labor. By

the time they had dismantled the signal pyre and spread the parts of it

among the rocks and palms, they both collapsed exhausted on the beach

to catch their breath.

"Are we done?" Pam moaned with sore muscles, her breath still labored.

"I think," John said echoing her exhaustion.

"Good, otherwise I just might let them kill me," Pam professed half-jokingly.

"I'd almost agree with you on that," John said.

"Do you think what we've done will matter?" Pam asked.

"I hope so, Pam. If we can somehow keep them from finding our camp we should survive," John claimed.

"What if they do?"

"Then we'll just have to make the best of it," John declared.

"You think we have a chance, John?" Pam questioned.

"I do," John said, trying to sound upbeat when he wasn't that confident at all.

"John, don't let them take me please," Pam declared.

"I won't, babe," John proclaimed.

"I mean; if you have to; I mean I'd rather die than be taken by them," Pam confessed, her voice crackling.

"Pam, I love you! We'll make it through this. We'll survive!" John exclaimed as vehemently as he could sound.

"I love you too. You're right; we'll find a way," Pam concurred, trying to match his positive attitude.

John

leaned over and kissed her. Unlike their normal lust filled kisses

during sex, this kiss was ardent but tender. It spoke of their love for

each other and their determination to make it through the day.

After

several deep kisses, John pulled Pam to her feet as the sun was

breaking in the east. They hurried back to camp to load provisions on

the raft. Loaded down with water and dried fish, Pam made her way back

to the raft. John carried the two plastic rafts back to their escape

vehicle. While Pam made two more trips for food and more water, John

secured the plastic rafts to the bigger bamboo raft. He loaded the

provisions on the sand as Pam returned with the final load of prepared

food and water. John reasoned to himself, 'We can survive for about ten

days adrift I think.' They then retrieved their suitcases from the big

rock and stowed those too.

Finally

finished they went straight back to camp, familiarizing themselves with

the path they would need to take through the rocks and trees in a hurry

to escape. With the sun blazing in the east, just above the horizon,

they lay down on lifejackets they had moved onto the rock to make it

somewhat comfortable.

"Pam, try to get some sleep," John stated as they lay prone on the rock overlooking their camp below.

"God, John, I don't know if I can. I'm exhausted but too nervous," Pam concluded.

"Try. We'll need our rest," John stated.

"Okay," Pam agreed, lying down beside him.

John

kept watch and had a hard time keeping his eyes open. Pam had fallen

asleep after about twenty minutes from sheer exhaustion. To busy himself

and stave off sleep, John found and carried three good sized rocks up

onto the big rock. He wanted to give them more protection from bullets

and also break up the outline of the rock. With the top flat on the big

boulder, they couldn't look over the side or pop their heads up easily

without possibly being noticed.

For

John's plan to work they needed to be able to see the bad guys. He

could only find three rocks big enough, that he could carry, and the

right shape to work. He put two of them on the eastern edge of the big

boulder to hide Pam and the third in front of him. Then he worried they

looked odd, placed like that on top of the big boulder, so he found and

placed some driftwood and old looking palm fronds on top of them

sporadically to hopefully give them a more natural look. He wasn't at

all sure it worked but at this point didn't have a choice. John hung on

till the sun was high in the sky. He fought sleep but exhaustion was

winning out.

On

the eastern end of the island the pirates and drug runners had finally

awoken. The leader had been the first to rise. He had gone to take a

leak and discovered the lean-to just as John had feared. He went back to

the camp and kicked the others awake. They growled at him but stirred.

The leader last woke the girl with a not so friendly kick. After they

were all up and the other three had relieved themselves right in front

of the girl, they tied a rope around her hands and the other guy with

two pistols pulled her along as the leader told everyone to follow him.

He

took them back past the lean-to which they examined for signs of

recently being used. They continued on down to the beach on the south

side looking for any other signs of habitation. They had barely made it

to the beach when one of the AK-47 guys excitedly pointed out the top of

the broken front part of the plane in the surf down the shoreline. They

walked towards the plane, pulling the girl along, and scanning the

island for signs of life or threat. The leader told his rapidly talking

followers to shut up as they progressed towards the plane.

They

examined the plane section realizing it had to be there for a while

based on the condition of it in the water and waves. They quickly

noticed the aft section of the plane which sat higher up on the beach.

Walking to that, they examined it as well for signs of life. Next, they

discovered the graves. One of the AK-47 guys kicked at one of the grave

markers, knocking it over. It was on the old lady's grave. Just as John

had thought, discovering the graves gave the leader more concern and he

voiced that with his men.

They

proceeded up the beach with their guns at the ready. The two AK-47 guys

led the way as the leader and Two Pistols, pulling the girl, followed.

They all nervously scanned the beach for further signs of someone living

on the island. The pirates walked to a spot just thirty feet short of

where the raft and ramp had been only hours ago. The tide had washed

away most of the footprint evidence and from thirty feet away they

didn't notice anything abnormal with the sand.

The

leader, speaking in excited Spanish, urged his men to higher ground.

They moved off the beach into the rocks and palms running the spine of

the island. Keeping the same formation they worked their way to the

middle of the island and climbed onto rocks looking for evidence of

someone surviving the plane crash that might still be alive. One of the

men even scaled a palm for great visibility. They weren't seeing

anything more indicating life and were beginning to think whoever had

buried those people had already died themselves from starvation or

dehydration.

Two

Pistols told the leader they should just go as they were running out of

time. Lingering on the island with their boat beached made them more

vulnerable to anyone pursuing them and they knew someone was.

The

twenty year old hostage they had in tow had been taken from a huge

yacht the pirates had boarded just east of Martinique. The yacht was

owned by a wealth French family on vacation. After stealing what they

could from the yacht, including the TVs, stereo, jewelry, and the silver

suitcase, they had left the crew and remaining family members tied up

in the lower berths. They left the boat adrift but took the young

daughter of the wealthy Frenchman as a hostage to slow pursuers.

The

leader also hoped to make even more money via ransom once they got to a

safe place where they could plan it out. Venezuela had proven to be a

friendly haven to anyone giving grief to western society. Hugo Chavez

was not likely to want to help the French and the pirates had already

used Venezuelan waters as protection before. The Americans and others

were diligent in their pursuit but not likely to invade Venezuela's

territorial waters and risk starting a military action.

Two

Pistols was insistent but the leader ignored him and pushed them on.

His concern over their valuable buried treasure outweighed the risks to

lingering too long, at least for now he thought. As they wound through

the rocks and trees they finally found what the leader suspected: Pam

and John's hut and camp lay before them forty yards ahead. The excited

talk resumed among the two AK-47 guys until the leader told them to shut

up again.

The

leader scanned the area around the hut for signs of life. He called out

to see if someone would show themselves but no one did. After carefully

weighing his options, he pressed his men forward in the same formation

with the two assault rifles out front.

John

had just nodded off again briefly when his near sub consciousness heard

something making him wake up. 'Voices? Were those voices?' his tired

brain asked of him. 'Yes, definitely when he heard someone call louder

this time. The Spanish words told whom he would see even before he did.

Peering carefully over the edge of the rock and through the fronds he

saw them coming towards the camp. They still looked hung over from the

night before but they moved with purpose. The time was upon them.

John

reached across and put his hand over Pam's mouth. He then shook her

till she woke. She woke with a start and mumbled somewhat loudly into

his hand until her waking brain realized what was happening. She nodded

knowingly to John and he took his hand from her mouth.

"They're here," he whispered. "Whatever happens, stay down and be ready to run when I say." Pam nodded her reply.

John

chanced a look again. He said a silent prayer to the Lord for bringing

the pirates toward the camp in the same direction the three drug runners

had used. They were approaching cautiously and would enter the campsite

any second. He said another prayer they wouldn't notice the trip wire.

He needed that to be successful like before and also for the element of

surprise. The gunmen had their weapons ready and without surprise Pam

and he were in for a world of trouble.

The

two AK-47s started jabbering again as they got near. The leader yelled

at them to shut up once more. Just as he did the first of the two kicked

something. They had been watching the door of the hut so closely for

signs of attack they had failed to watch low. The trip wire pulled,

releasing both sharpened lengths of driftwood from the trees as before.

This time however, the one guy that had hit the wire realized the trap

and jumped forward several feet. The swinging board just missed him from

behind.

His

partner with the other AK-47 was not so lucky. He had turned to see why

his compatriot was moving faster only to realize the game too late. The

board that missed the first guy careened towards him. He quickly

sidestepped to avoid it but that put him right into the path of the

second board from the other side. It hit him grossly in the ass and tore

through to protrude out his groin. He screamed a blood curding scream

as the board knocked him forward. The vine gave way under the weight of

his falling body but the damage was done. He was mortally wounded.

The

first AK-47 guy spun around at the scream of his friend. The leader and

Two Pistols also looked at the scene in disbelief. No one saw John rise

up with a spear until it was too late. John threw the spear with force

at the exposed back of the first AK-47 guy. Being only about twenty feet

away he was a big target and the spear found its mark in the guy's

back.

Another

scream of pain erupted as the spear hit bone and penetrated the back of

the other AK-47 guy just to the left of a kidney. He dropped to his

knees, reaching with one hand to feel for his wound. He grabbed the

spear but it was too deep for him to remove himself and he howled in

pain as he fell over to one side.

The

leader and Two Pistols stared on in horror as their two lead men were

down and wounded. John popped back up with a second spear and threw it

at the leader. He was about thirty feet away though and jumped behind a

boulder for protection. The spear stuck in the ground near where he had

been. A hail of bullets erupted from Two Pistols just as John managed to

duck back down. He could hear them whizzing by and others pounding off

the rocks he had put in place.

"Stay down," John yelled to Pam over the din.

They

could hear Two Pistols yelling at them in excited Spanish. The leader

was also saying something to Two Pistols. The other man hid behind a

tree still clutching the rope tied to the startled girl. She was still

back a little on the path in the open and in total shock at the

happenings.

John

had one more spear but reached for the bow and arrows instead. He kept

low as more bullets streaked by overhead and hammered the rocks. Pieces

of driftwood and palm fronds sprayed into the air like confetti as the

bullets ripped apart some of John's defenses. He huddled behind the rock

he had placed before him for another chance to look.

When

the first wave of bullets died down, John popped up quickly. He didn't

fire anything but instead quickly assessed where the remaining two were

at. Over the moans of the two already down, he could hear the leader

saying something to Two Pistols. John looked up again to see Two Pistols

pull the girl to him and use her as a further human shield with the

tree.

John

put one of his arrows into the bow and prepared to take a shot at the

leader again. However, when he waited a second and popped up he was

greeted by a bullet whizzing by his head. He dropped back down just as

several more smashed against his rock. Fortunately the rock was big

enough and thick enough not to break apart. Splintering shards of rock

though blew in a million directions as the bullets chiseled away at the

protective rock.

When

that wave of bullets died down, John got to his knees and fired at the

leader. He aimed high as the bow was woefully inadequate for long range

shots. His aim wasn't bad but the leader easily ducked behind his rock

and the arrow careened off it harmlessly. John barely got back down

before more bullets from Two Pistols further chiseled away at his rock.

John

was beginning to think they were locked in a standoff until he heard

more talking from the leader. He wished he understood Spanish and he

asked Pam if she did. She shook her head no. John saw fear etched in her

eyes as they looked at each other briefly. He glanced back over the

edge through the few pieces of remaining driftwood and fronds. He could

see Two Pistols moving around to the left. He also noticed the leader

was now closer behind a tree.

John

realized their plan. The leader was after the trap impaled guy's AK-47.

He was less than ten feet from it now but would have to dash into the

open beneath the large boulder to get the rest of the way. John felt he

could keep him back with a few decent shots but the other guy worried

him more. Two Pistols was using the girl as a shield and moved from

cover to cover around his left flank. If Two Pistols successfully got

behind them they were doomed. He couldn't allow the prospect of having

their retreat cut off. That was too much of a risk to Pam to allow that

to happen.

So

far the battle had gone much as John hoped. His prayer for the trap had

worked well enough to give him the element of surprise. With the two

AK-47 guys down the odds were better but still woefully in the pirates

favor. They obviously didn't care what happened to the girl with them

and John had to protect Pam at all costs. Besides that, surprise was now

gone, their hiding place was known, and John wrestled mentally with the

distinct possibility he might have to actually shoot at Two Pistols to

stop him even with the girl in front of him. John had no desire to hurt

the girl but he had to think of Pam and their safety too. It was not a

choice he relished making.

He

peered over the edge again only to be met by more bullets whooshing

through the air too close for comfort. The situation was rapidly

deteriorating from the standoff he had hoped for. He had to do something

as Two Pistols was making progress around the side and every time he

looked up the leader was ready to lay down cover fire.

John

popped up and down quickly. He drew fire like expected but this time

when it died down he immediately popped up and fired an arrow at the

tree where Two Pistols and the girl huddled. He tried to keep the arrow

to the left side of the tree, opposite the side the girl was exposed on.

In so doing he missed badly to the left offering little threat to Two

Pistols, who soon after bolted to the next covering rock, dragging the

girl along.

The

situation was growing desperate. He couldn't watch Two Pistols anymore

and still keep the leader in his peripheral vision in case he bolted for

the AK-47. He didn't want the leader to get that gun as they could then

pin him down for longer periods of time as someone else moved.

John

reloaded another arrow and this time was ready when Two Pistols bolted

to the next tree. He insanely disregarded two shots whizzing by him and

fired his arrow. He aimed for Two Pistol's head but the shot dropped

low. It did manage to hit Two Pistols in the leg though just before he

got to the next rock. John heard him scream in pain as the arrow pierced

his leg. Then John felt searing hot pain as a bullet just grazed his

right arm, tearing away some flesh and opening a wound. He managed to

drop down just as a few more bullets pounded the rock and whooshed by.

Now

it was Pam screaming when she saw the blood on his hand as he

instinctively covered his wounded arm. John said he was okay to Pam even

as he winched in pain. The next time he peeked up he was greeted by a

hail of bullets from a different sounding gun. 'Fuck,' John thought

aloud. The leader had retrieved the AK-47 while he was down. This was

getting worse by the second. Another quick glance showed him that Two

Pistols was standing again, ready to move. Obviously the arrow wound had

not been enough to keep him down.

"We've got to go, Pam!" John exclaimed only loud enough for her to hear.

"Okay."

"You first, then I'll follow," John declared.

"When?"

"Wait a second," John concluded.

He dared another look up but the same result was a barrage of bullets pinning him down. When they ended he yelled.

"Go!"

Pam

took off in a flash. She had been fast as a runner ever since he met

her and the physical nature of their existence on the island had added

to her overall strength and endurance. She jumped off the rock to the

west, dropped the three feet to the sand, and took off through the heavy

sand with surprising quickness.

Two

Pistols had seen her go and yelled something to the leader. John lifted

up and then fortunately dropped back down just as a wall of lead passed

by. He took off at its conclusion, racing after Pam, who was already

nearly out of sight down the winding trail.

John

got to the beach only to see Pam half way across it to the raft. He

could hear loud yelling in Spanish further behind him. He reasoned they

had maybe a minute to get the raft launched out far enough to sea to not

get sprayed with bullets. Not enough time really.

John

raced on watching Pam reach the raft. The smart girl had taken one of

the knives with her and began working to cut the vine holding the raft.

He had planned to do that but was glad she saved them the time. The high

tide was somewhat battering the raft against the shoreline. That was

good and bad. The raft would be easy to launch but they would have to

fight hard to get out past the breakers. Once they did though, John had

observed many times that on this side of the island the water currents

strongly ran past the island. He felt if they could get out into those

currents the raft would move somewhat rapidly away from the island.

He

reached Pam just as she muscled the knife through the vine. He grabbed

the vine from her and yelled to get on board. She did as he took

handholds and began pushing. He glanced back over his shoulder. Nothing

yet.

"Get low," John yelled to Pam. "Watch my back."

John

fought hard to push the raft through the waves into deeper water. He

wanted to go as far as he could push before he jumped on. He was in

waist deep water when Pam yelled.

"Here they come!"

"Fuck," John yelled back knowing this was way too close for comfort. The guns would easily have them in their sights and range.

He

pushed as hard as he possibly could. They made it out beyond the

breakers and John pushed one last time and jumped on. He grabbed the

rudder and steered into the current. As he did, he glanced back. The

leader was in front and running across the beach. Two Pistols hobbled

behind him a little bit, pulling the girl along. They were still only

thirty feet from the shore and the pirates were closing the gap too

fast.

John

held the rudder as he put his legs over the back of the raft. He kicked

in the water as hard as he could, trying hard to propel them faster to

deeper water. The current was taking them but too slowly for John's

liking. He watched as the leader got to the shoreline and raised the

AK-47. Only maybe fifty or sixty feet separated them from the leader.

The

leader aimed but the AK-47 spit only two bullets when he pulled the

trigger before running out of ammo. The two bullets hit the water right

in front of John. If the gun hadn't been empty it would have been easy

to run the fire right into him. The leader threw the AK-47 aside and

drew his handguns just as Two Pistols arrived with the girl in tow. He

already had one gun in hand and started firing. One shot buzzed by John,

another hit the bamboo rudder post right next to him, and the third

went under the raft before hitting the water. They were getting far too

close and the raft was still only eighty feet away.

"Stay down!" John yelled to Pam.

"You too," she screamed back.

The

leader opened fire as two more shots from Two Pistols' guns splintered

the bamboo raft on one side of John. Suddenly John thought he heard more

gunfire from elsewhere. Temporarily confused, he looked where the two

pirates were now turning as bullets threw up spits of sand in the air

around them.

"Holy shit," John yelled amazed.

"John," Pam screamed noticing the new gun fired too and seeing why.

On

the beach and running towards the pirates were what looked like five

Navy or Coast Guardsmen. The one in front with a pistol looked like a

Captain and he had four men with drawn assault rifles with him.

Two

Pistols made the mistake of firing in their direction and a wall of

bullets dropped him in seconds. The leader, seeing his mate fall,

dropped his guns and raised his hands. Moments later he was surrounded

by men in white. One went to the girl and untied her hands.

As

John and Pam watched the scene unfold, they heard a boat engine roaring

louder. They turned to see a Zodiac with United States Coast Guard

emblazoned on the front racing towards them. In it were three men,

equally armed with assault rifles. They spun the craft to a stop in

front of the raft. John got to his feet and threw them the vine they had

used to moor the raft.

The

rest of what proceeded next was beyond anything Pam and John could have

hoped for at that grave moment and over the last terrible hour. The

Zodiac pulled them back to shore where the Captain and his men were

handcuffing the pirate leader. One of the men was saying something to

him in Spanish that sounded to John like they were reading him his

rights as they arrested him. They got off the raft in the surf just as

the Captain approached.

"Hi, I'm Captain Bennett, United States Coast Guard. Who might you be?"

"I'm John Morrison and this is Meredith. We've been stranded on this island for months," John offered.

"Are you the two our plane spotted?" the Captain asked.

"Yes," John replied.

"Well,

you're lucky we're helping the French track these guys down. They

pirated a French yacht several days ago near Martinique. We've been

helping the French search these islands. Our search plane spotted you

guys on one of their runs," the Captain informed.

Pam

noticed one of the guardsmen whisper to one of his mates who smiled. At

first she didn't think anything of it, but then the thought dawned on

her as to what they might be saying, as she listen to the Captain and

John talk. Had word spread around of her unclad top when they were

waving at the plane? From the stolen glances of the guardsmen and the

smiles she assumed so. 'Oh well,' she mused, glad she now had a tank top

and shorts on over her white bikini, even if it was somewhat wet and

showing her richly tanned skin underneath. The outline of her white

bikini top could be seen through the wet shirt.

"Is that so?" John queried in reply to the Captain.

"Yes,

and that woman is the daughter of a wealthy Frenchman named Roberto

Cure'. She was taken hostage from their yacht. Her name is Parmelle

Cure'," the Captain stated.

"Poor girl," John responded.

Pam looked over to see two of the guardsmen talking to her in English. She didn't seem to be responding as if she was in shock.

"What happened here that they were after you?" the Captain asked.

"They

discovered our camp and raided it. We fought back and retreated here

when we had to," John declared. "We had planned to leave the island on

this raft soon anyway but were forced to use it to try to escape."

"I

see," said the Captain. "Tell me, Mr. Morrison, the reports indicated

there were four men. Do you know anything about the other two?"

"I'm afraid we had to wound them to get away," John said.

"Is that so? Can you show me?" the Captain asked.

"Sure, this way back to our camp," John said and started towards it.

John

held Pam's hand as they walked the trail back to camp. The Captain and

his four men followed them bringing ParmellParmelle Cure' along. The

other three guardsmen were busy pulling away in the Zodiac with their

prisoner handcuffed in the middle and a dead Two Pistols in the bottom

of the boat.

John

showed them an easier way around the rocks so they wouldn't have to

climb. Pretty much the same way Two Pistols had tried to flank their

position. He warned them to be cautious given one or both of the

criminals might still be armed. The Captain held him and Pam back as his

men secured the camp. When they were allowed to enter, they saw that

one of the men was dead and the other being attended to. More personnel

from somewhere arrived with a medical team. Apparently they had been

summoned by radio to this position.

"You're

quite resourceful, Mr. Morrison," the Captain said as he watched some

of his men carry off the dead man. "That booby trap that got that poor

fellow was pretty nasty."

"It saved our lives, Captain."

"Indeed,

I believe it did, Mr. Morrison. These guys were pretty ruthless. The

French are somewhat surprised they left the people on the yacht alive to

tell. They only assume the leader wanted to ransom the girl and needed

her family alive to do it."

My gosh," John offered.

"Please

tell me, Mr. Morrison, how you both came to be on this island and

everything you saw once those guys landed here," the Captain asked

sitting on one of the nearby rocks with two of his men standing nearby

listening.

John

related the complete story of their crash landing. The only things he

left out were the killing of the three drug runners and the hundred

thousand dollars they found in the suitcase. The Captain and his men

walked with John and Pam to the beach to check out the plane wreckage

and the graves.

"I'm sorry for your loss," the Captain said to Pam referring to her mother as they stood by the grave.

"Thank you, Captain," Pam replied, still deeply troubled by her mother's death.

John replaced the old woman's grave mark before they headed back to camp.

"I'll arrange for proper burial arrangements," the Captain stated as they walked back.

"I'd appreciate that, Captain," Pam declared.

"You both survived all this time on this island alone?" the Captain queried on the walk back.

"Yes," Pam and John both said.

"You're two amazing people," Captain Bennett stated.

"Thanks, Captain," John responded.

"It was mostly John's doing," Pam stated, glowing with pride for him and herself too.

"Like

I said, Mr. Morrison, you are quite the resourceful guy. I'd like to

hear more of that tale as we steam back to Martinique where Ms. Cure'

folks await," he proclaimed.

"Gladly, Captain."

"I promise not to steal your story. I think you have the makings of a book deal here," the Captain said jokingly.

"We'll just be happy to be home," John declared amused, "but I am a writer."

"Please send me a signed copy," Captain Bennett asked jokingly.

"For your help today, anything, Captain," John agreed and they all laughed.

"By the way, we can call whatever relatives you both need when we are back on board to tell them you're safe."

"Thanks, Captain," John said but Pam remained silent.

Once

back in the camp, John continued with the rest of the story of how they

saw the pirates land and unload bags of stuff. He described how they

carried them into the island and buried them. After that he described

how they made a campfire, drank, and mistreated the woman.

"In what way did they mistreat her?" the Captain pressed.

John

told what he had seen exactly. He had not told Pam that full story and

she gasped aloud as he did now. The Captain listened intently.

"Can you show me where all this happened and where they buried those bags, Mr. Morrison?"

"Yes, sir," John replied, "And call me John please."

"Miss,

my men will take you to our ship. Why don't you pack whatever you want

to take from the island while John and I are gone?"

"Yes, Captain," Pam answered.

As

the officer and John were about to leave with four of his men, two with

shovels, Pam spoke up. She noticed Parmelle Cure' sitting forlornly on a

rock with two male medical staff trying to speak to her in English.

"Captain, I know some French. Could I help with Ms. Cure'?"

"Oh,

please do, Meredith. My men say she is in shock or the language is a

barrier. If you could help us ascertain her physical state that would be

great. Also, if she offers up to you anything on her capture that would

be appreciated too," the Captain replied.

The

men moved off and Pam sat down next to Parmelle. They were nearly the

same age and she put her arm around the troubled girl. They had

practically the same name. Parmelle was dirty and could have used a

bath. The ripped tails of her shirt were tied together hiding her

breasts barely. Her wrists had rope burns from being tied.

"Bon jour," Pam said in French.

Parmelle

didn't respond but started shaking in Pam's arms. She just stared at

the ground. Pam held her tightly without saying anything more for a long

time. The shaking finally stopped and Parmelle began to cry. Pam just

continued to hold her and let her cry.

Pam

started to whisper to Parmelle, "It's okay, you're safe now." At least

she hoped that's what she said as her high school French was rusty.

After a long time Parmelle mumbled something in French. Pam thought she said, "Where am I?"

Pam couldn't remember the word for island so she said, "Tiny beach land," hoping Parmelle would understand.

She seemed to and responded with the proper word for island. Pam replied, "Oui."

"Who are you?" Parmelle asked.

"Meredith.

People call me Pam. John and I crash landed on this island," Pam said

trying to make her understand they both shared hardship.

Parmelle said a few things Pam didn't understand but she did pick up, "How long have you been here?"

"Many months," Pam replied.

"You must be very;” and the next word Pam didn't fully understand but reasoned it was a compliment like 'resourceful'.

Pam said, "Thank you," in French, adding, "My man is talented."

"Oui," Parmelle responded. "Are you married?"

She

seemed to be relaxing and coming out of her shell with Pam. It was

helping to have another young woman that spoke some French to make her

feel safer.

"No," Pam responded, "but we love each other and I'm pregnant. She said this smiling to show she was happy about it.

"Oui?" Parmelle claimed and then hugged Pam. "You are happy?"

"Very," Pam said. "We'll be living together in New York."

"You're lucky to be in love," Parmelle said and Pam noticed sadness.

"How about you?" Pam asked.

"I have a boyfriend back in France but he will leave me now," Parmelle said assuredly.

"Why?" Pam questioned.

Parmelle

started to cry again and it was several more minutes before she could

continue. "They made me do things," she finally said and cried some

more.

"It wasn't your fault," Pam offered. "Your boyfriend will understand."

Parmelle shook her head no and between tears said, "He will be embarrassed of me."

"No, he won't!" Pam said emphatically. "If he does then he wasn't the right one for you anyway."

That

didn't help much and Parmelle continued to sob. Pam held her for a long

time. Several guardsmen came back to see if she was ready to go but

left quickly when she shooed them away with her hand.

When Parmelle finally stopped crying," Pam asked, "Parmelle, the Captain wants to know if you are physically okay?"

"Yes; they didn't; they didn't fuck me," Parmelle said. "I don't know why but it was because of the leader."

"Really; he kept them away from you?"

"Only

from fucking me," Parmelle said. "He let them cum in my mouth. I think

it might have had something to do with DNA, I thought I heard once, and

they planned to ransom me."

Pam got most of that as Parmelle sobbed a little again. "Did they hurt you much?"

"They were mean and kicked me sometimes but they didn't hurt me badly," Parmelle said sadly. "They just made me suck them."

Parmelle

and Pam hugged a while longer and the next time one of the guardsmen

came back he pointed at his watch indicating they had to leave soon. Pam

talked to Parmelle about going with the Coast Guardsmen to their ship

and she would be along shortly to see her again. Parmelle made her

promise she wouldn't be long.

When

Parmelle was gone with the guardsmen, Pam ran down to the raft. She

retrieved the suitcase that was packed with the money and also packed

with most of her clothes. She grabbed another case too with some of

John's stuff and some of her mother's things she wanted to keep like

jewelry. She lugged the two suitcases back to camp. When one of the

guardsmen saw her he insisted upon helping her and took the cases.

Parmelle worried but decided if she made a scene about keeping them the

guardsmen might get more suspicious from that.

Pam

was watching the guardsman carry the luggage away to their Zodiac on

the beach when she noticed John and the team with Captain Bennett

returning. They carried the eight trash bags and the silver case with

them. John saw the man carrying the suitcases and gave her a look as

they got close.

"Ready to leave, Meredith?" Captain Bennett asked.

"Yes,

Captain," Pam said. "Oh, Captain, Parmelle is fine physically. They

hurt her a little but not too badly. They also used her orally but

nothing more."

"Thank you with helping, Meredith. Obviously another woman has helped make her feel better," the Captain said.

"I'd like to stay close to her, Captain Bennett. She is still fragile and wanted me to spend more time with her," Pam related.

"That's fine, Meredith. If you're ready to leave you can be back with her soon."

"I am, Captain."

John

and she shared looks again as they walked to the Zodiac but didn't say

anything. In the distance, about two hundred yards off shore, stood a

large white Coast Guard vessel. It gleamed beautifully in the hot bright

sun. Pam thought it was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever

seen. It would take her back home. That gave her thrills and chills as

she thought of her new life without her mom and with John. She prayed a

silent prayer that John's son, Nick, would accept her.

The

Zodiac zipped them back across the water to the ship in no time. The

powerful engine purred loudly until the pilot powered it down as they

neared the ship. Pam and John could see that the pirate's boat was

secured on a towline behind the Coast Guard vessel.

After they climbed the rope ladder to the deck of the ship, another officer came rushing up to the Captain and addressed him.

"Welcome back aboard, sir."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Report?"

"Martinique has been informed of our success, sir. The French are elated. They anxiously await our return, Captain."

"And Ms. Cure'?"

"Stowed safely below, sir. The prisoner is in the brig. The doc says the one with the back wound will survive."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. That will be all. Get us out of here."

"Yes, sir," the Lieutenant said and spun crisply to leave.

The

Captain turned back to Pam and John but they had walked to the bow of

the ship and stood looking at their island, holding hands, as the anchor

chain clattered nearby. The Captain smiled and walked to them slowly.

"Will you miss it?" the Captain asked merrily standing behind them.

They turned to him and both said, "Yes and No!"

"I hope I don't have to eat seafood again for a year," Pam said jokingly.

"I'm never going fishing again," John replied amusingly.

Then they got pensive and Pam said, "I love that island though. I hope I come back someday, years from now."

"That

little island kept us alive for all these past months. She took and

gave in equal shares. I'm with Pam. I'll miss it too," John proclaimed

soulfully.

They

all stood at the railing and watched as the ship pulled away and the

island disappeared slowly into the horizon. One of the last views of the

island they got was of their raft sitting on the sand in low tide. John

smiled to himself as the big Coast Guard ship headed northwest in the

direction he had planned to go. The Captain left to attend to duties and

Pam and John remained holding hands and kissed as the fast ship cut

through the blue sea.

To be continued in part 9. By BlewWater69, for Literotica.