Maria is Marooned

Maria Smith took a deep breath of the salty air, digging her toes into the sand. She was on vacation, on her way to Hawaii when the pilot of the plane she had boarded had to make an emergency landing on a deserted island for repairs. Fortunately, their was an abandoned air strip that was big enough for the plane to land.

As the rest of the passengers had elected to stay behind by the plane in order to stretch their legs, Maria had decided to go exploring into the deep jungle when she came upon this very beach were she was currently standing. The young woman felt the salty breeze in her hair and the sun on her skin as she looked out along the shore.

"Man, I wish I had brought my suitcase so I could put on my swimsuit. That water looks so inviting!" She muttered to herself.

That was when an idea came to her, causing her to smile impshly. Who said she needed a swimsuit to enjoy this beach? No one else was here.

Returning to the jungle for a brief second, Maria quickly removed her dress and hung it over a tree branch. Her dress was soon followed by her bra and underwear before she slipped out of her shoes. With a smile on her face, Maria made a mad dash towards the beach once more, running though the sand before splashing into the shallow water. She squealed and laughed as she swam around, no cares in the world as she floated on her back.

About an hour had passed when Maria continued to float, feeling the warm sun on her bare skin. Suddenly, she felt a large shadow pass over her as a low roar was heard. Curiosity getting the best of her, Maria opened her eyes in confusion to see a plane flying overhead. She chuckled a little as she realized that it was the same color as her plane.

Not only that, but it was the same model as her plane.

And it had the same number and Airline logo as the plane she was on.

And, from the direction it was flying in, it looked like it was taking off from the island. This was, of course, insane due to the fact that the only plane on this... Island... Was...

Wait a second...

"Oh, crap!" Maria shouted as she bolted upright, her feet making contact with the sandy bottom as she stood watching the plane from waist deep water. "That's my plane!"