Help her god damn it man!

John drops the suitcase he's holding and bolts into the ship. Water rushes in behind him, covering his knees. He wades through the water fighting the pulling current and falling debris.

'Help!!!'

Another cry echos through the cabin, more **** than the last.

Thud.

The crying stops...

John pauses, scanning the wreckage. He sees a trickle of blood flowing in from the cabin in the bow. He slams the door open and sees a body trapped beneath a wooden beam. Using all his strength. Strength that can only come from fear, John lifts the beam and pulls the girl to safety. John takes her **** body and lifts it onto his shoulders. He feels her warm breath on his neck.

She's alive...

Without a minute to lose John wades back into the sea and pulls himself out of the boat before it collapses in on itself. He carries our maiden up the beach to his supplies and watches as the boat is consumed by the waves. The 'Lucky Ducky', just another victim of the southern Seas...

As John laid on the beach and caught his breath, he glanced up at the **** woman laid next to him.

Her name was Jasmine, a Christian missionary from Utah. He hadn't talked to her much on the boat. She tended to keep to herself. And she prayed...a lot. I guess I can't knock her. She survived...

She laid **** on the beach, her chest rising and and falling rythmicly. Checking her pulse, it was fast but fine... She would be ok. After checking she was alive and catching his breath he finally took a good look at her.

She was around 5'4 with reddish hair and a freckled face. Her hair was long, reaching down to her breasts. It was straight, although the sea water had matted it and loosed it. It was clear her hair wasn't naturally straight. Although her eyes were closed John knew she had piercing blue eyes and a wonderful smile. Her laugh was contagious, he would often hear the crew break out into manic laughter in the dining room. Her skin was smooth and pale although it was mostly covered in a rather baggy shirt and long trousers. She wore a golden cross around her neck that hung perfectly just above her breasts. Her breasts were a b-cup. Around average she had a tight little body only weighing around 8 stone. Her active lifestyle and strict diet kept her small. (John knows this cause...reasons... I'm trying to paint you a picture ok?) She had wide hips and a perfect hourglass figure hidden under the large clothes and piety.