Relaxing on the beach

Mia slowly stirred awake, sunlight blinding her eyes for a moment as they fluttered open. Mia looked to her left, and stared down a white, sandy coast-line which bordered a jungle. To her right, was a similar coast-line that curved and continued past a rock a long ways off. Mia confirmed she was indeed at a beach, and began to look around with confusion. "...What happened..." Mia murmured aloud to herself, as she propped herself off of the sand using her elbows.

It all began to come flooding back to Mia. They were on a boat, touring the tropics and looking to spend some time cruising between islands for a few days. Unfortunately, a sudden and violent storm came in whilst they were below deck and having a good time among themselves. The crew and captain all jumped ship without bothering to try and retrieve Mia or her friends, leaving them stranded on a slowly capsizing boat with no lifeboats. One gigantic wave crashed into the boat with tremendous ****, sending Mia and her friends tumbling over the half-sunken ship. She remembered slamming into something on her way into the water, and blacking out at some point.

That solved why Mia was on a beach, but she still had no clue where she was. They had been in the Gulf when the ship started going down, and the plants near the coast and further inland all looked more tropical-like than most plants she had seen when she left port. As far as Mia could tell, this was likely some island halfway between their destination and the port.

It was in the middle of this confusion that Mia caught sight of a figure in the distance. Looking closely, Mia confirmed it was one of the friends that had been with her on the boat, Emma. Mia stood up, and started to sprint down the beach in her direction. It brought her great joy in knowing that at least she wasn't alone in this strange, unknown place.

As the two came closer, Mia looked at Emma's clothes and noticed they were torn up in various places. Her sweater was torn in such a way that it was obvious Emma wasn't wearing a bra by the ample amount of her upper chest showing through the material. Her jeans were just as torn as her sweater, and based on the hand Mia had dedicated to holding them up Mia could tell that without a belt the pair of jeans was just a hand away from plummeting into the sand. Mia covered a light giggle, as she slowed down to avoid crashing into her friend. Emma meanwhile, stopped in her tracks and went wide-eyed as she looked Mia over.