Comfort Her

You kneel beside the woman, her scarlet, thick, and sand-ridden hair clumps together and dangles about her. A bulbous yellow flower resides on her cap and her distraught face lightens.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" you ask, "What happened?"

The teary woman explains her status. She was sailing to the new world with her husband when the boat began to take on water, she awoke on the island around the same time you had.

You attempt to lighten the mood and smile at her. You take a closer expection of her and see that she is wearing a grass skirt, tendrals lie on her parted legs and the lumps of her shapen ass can be seen in full view against the untaught clothing.

Without consent or judgment you place your left hand on her palm and your right on her shoulder.