Johnny the cabin boy.

“Hold on! I’m here to help!” Johanna shouted, immediately setting upon the weighty piece of wood. “C-captain? Is that you?” Now that she was closer, she recognized the voice instantly: Johnny. At 18, the cabin boy was the youngest member of her crew, and the knowledge that he somehow made it out of the storm intact gave the captain a glimmer of hope, and she redoubled her effort.

After a few minutes of struggling in the sand, Johanna managed to pry the large hunk of wood off of the ground enough for Johnny to wiggle out, scrabbling across the beach until he was well clear and then flopping onto his back. Johanna let the piece of hull thud back into the ground, then went to check on her junior crewman, slightly sweating from the bright sun and the intense effort. "Johnny, thank the gods you're alive. Are you injured?"

Johnny took a couple more deep, ragged breaths and tried to sit up, before looking at his limbs. "I... I think I'm fine, ma'am, I- Ah!" Johnny clutched at his side and fell backwards into the sand, and Johanna quickly dropped to her knees beside him, ripping open his shirt and revealing an ugly gash, starting to ooze blood. She ripped off the rest of the young man's shirt and pressed it against the wound, trying to stem the bleeding.

"S-sorry, Captain." Johnny struggled into a sitting position again, carefully this time, before placing his hands over Johanna’s, his fingers cold against hers for a long moment, before Johanna removed her own grip and let him hold the shirt against the wound himself. “The pressure from being pinned must have been k-keeping it from b-bleeding.” He guessed, and Johanna suspected he was correct. She looked around for a minute, cursed their lack of resources, and dropping her coat to the beach before removing her shirt, which she tore into long strips for bandages. “C-Captain?” Johnny stammered, staring at his half-naked Captain, whose healthy breasts were only obscured by a practical grey brassiere.

“Quiet, boy, and hold still.” Johnny shut his mouth obediently and watched as the Captain moved close, leaning across him in order to wrap the makeshift bandage. Johanna could feel her weighty breasts pressing against the younger man’s bare upper body as she did so, but she was more concerned with this wound than with propriety at the moment. Once she was satisfied with the wrappings, she helped Johnny to his feet.

“Th-thank you, Captain, I, uh. I probably wouldn’t have lasted much longer if you hadn’t f-found me.” He seemed somewhat unsteady on his feet, and after putting on her coat again, Johanna wrapped an arm around his shoulders to help him along, deciding to head inland towards the jungle, where hopefully she might be able to find something resembling food or drinkable water. While she was glad to learn that a friendly face had also washed ashore, Johnny’s condition hadn’t done much to improve Johanna’s situation.