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He's like an oversized puppy. You decide as you leave John behind and start to scout out the island. Cute enough and eager to please, but all hands and feet and so ... young. He's actually probably only ten years younger than you, but all you life you've been with older men and the Lucky Ducky's newest crewmember really fit his role as 'ship's boy'. Not that he looks like a boy, with those broad shoulders and square jaw he might be the most eye-catching of all the men from the ship, but naïve and always so uncertain around you. He might even be a virgin.

Of all the people who could have washed up on the beach, you could have done much worse. It would be logical to assume that you'd want your husband with you, but Jake was getting old and although your relationship with him wasn't unpleasant, there wasn't much of a spark there either.

You had been so young when he showed up in your village and first noticed you staring at him - he was the first blonde man you had ever seen. In less then a week you had been traded to the fair-skinned captain in exchange for an old fishing boat for your brothers. In hindsight, you know he was probably looking for an obedient native girl to warm his bed, but at the time the chance to escape from the rigid conservatism of the remote village had seemed like a fantastic adventure, even if it had meant coupling with a man almost thirty years older than you. You learned a lot from Jake, both under the covers and on the schooner, and while he wasn't exactly your fairy-tail prince, to be fair you might not have been the submissive sex doll that he may have been hoping for. A good man, and you are sorry that he's gone, but maybe not as sorry as some might have expected.

You tick down the list in your mind as you beat back the heavy ground cover. The second officer/navigator would have been much worse. Even before the shipwreck, you did your best to stay away from Kyle as much as possible on the 50-foot schooner. On a boat that small it was hard to avoid him and more than once you saw him eyeing you up like a tiger circling a chained goat. Thankfully, with the arrival of Jasmine - the shy missionary girl with her lithe figure, pretty red hair and clear blue eyes - you were spared at least some of his unwanted attention, but the girl spent most of her time secluded in the tiny bow cabin reading the bible and praying. So, you still had to put up with Kyles unwanted touching and off-color comments.

John is a much better companion than the auburn-haired teen from the States. You could only imagine what it would be like to have to spend day after day with the poor girl whose first response to any challenge seemed to be to drop to her knees and start praying. Don, the other crewmember knew his way around the Ducky as well as anyone except maybe your husband, but off the boat he was interested in only two things, drinking and other men. Although even Don had enough sense to steer clear of the other passengers who boarded off one of the small Hawaiian islands. Those two were the worst of the bunch and you can still remember the argument you had with Jake when your navigator first told you what they wanted. For all his good points, Jake had a bit of a greedy side and the idea of collecting $10,000 cash for sailing them to Fiji was too much of a temptation for him to pass up on.

You're not sure which of the two would have been worse, The overweight balding man whose cold black eyes reminded you of a shark's or the younger one (just about your age) who had decided that if your husband wasn't going to take care of your needs than he was just the man to do it. You've never liked the Alpha-male type and as you pick your way up to higher ground you wonder how long it would have been before you two came to blows. Not that you would have done well in a fight with him, the man had the look of an washed up boxer, right down to the broken nose and scarred knuckles. No, you decide with a gentle smile, John, is definitely the best of the bunch. If you had to be stuck on a dessert island for who knows how long, he is an almost perfect companion. Even if you'll clearly have to teach him a few things ...

Thankfully, your thoughts that were beginning to go in a very naughty direction are interrupted by the sound of running water over the incessant cries of the local birds that waddled like short-necked geese though the underbrush. Fresh water was exactly what you were hoping to find, but even in your wildest dreams you didn't think you'd stumble on an unblemished Eden like this.

Authors note: Most of this description is taken from randomhuman's chapter: A chance, I changed the POV and a few words here and there to make it feel more from Amala's perspective.

A clearing larger than a couple of football pitches sits in the dark heart of this black jungle. A beautiful crystal-clear waterfall 30 meters high crashes into the pool below, pouring white steam up and outwards. A small rocky river cascades to the left, flowing from the pool back down towards the sea. More of the large flightless birds hop through the grass eating seeds, while parrot-like birds whirl overhead, crying out for their mates and nimble finches dance just above the smooth dark pool.

Any thought of John and all the things you'd like to teach him are long gone, as you peer into the crystal-clear pool. It is deep and cool with small silvery fish occasionally rising to the surface to snatch bugs. A tall tree growing next to waterfall as strong and sturdy as a hundred year old oak, but with a rich red-colored bark the color of cherries. In your head you already start thinking about it as the cherry-oak.

Unable to resist the temptation, you peel off your sweat soaked clothes and slip into the cool clear water.

For the first few second you bask in the pleasure of the sweet water washing the salt, sand and grime from your golden skin, but as your hands start to glide over your body the tingling between your legs is starting to grow. You need a man, if you don't have sex soon it's going to get bad. Knowing that only twenty minutes away John is waiting on the beach makes it hard to think clearly, but for the first time in your life you don't have anyone telling you what to do and the last thing you need is to let someone control you again just because they have a cock hanging between their legs.