A week after the boat had crashed, they were still stranded, with no signs of rescue. They discussed daily how the search effort might be going. They made up different excuses for why it was taking so long. They all tried to keep their optimism high, except for Diana, but it was quite evident that they were all scared. The one thing everyone was truly terrified of, and no one would say it aloud, was the idea that no one was looking for them at all.
They had paid well to be on the boat that had crashed, but they no longer had any illusions as to whether Captain Marcel had been a good captain. Chris knew nothing of the sea, but he had seen the storm coming. He had warned the captain, to no avail. He knew that it was entirely possible that no distress signal had gone out, and no one back on the mainland had noticed them missing. He hoped that if that was the case, eventually someone would notice Captain Marcel missing, and send someone to look for the boat. But even in that scenario, it was unlikely that they would come to this specific island looking for stranded people.
Chris never said it aloud, and he hoped the girls weren't even thinking it, but he knew it was quite plausible that no rescue was coming for them. He guessed they would be found eventually, but knew that it could be weeks, months, or even years away. All that was out of his control though. He didn't see any way of getting them rescued. But what he could control, and he had every intention of doing so, was keeping these women alive.
He knew how much they all depended on him. He didn't exactly relish the notion that he was responsible for the lives of four women, and one very kind old man. But he also knew it was better him than someone else. He had joined the army to help people, and save them, and protect them. That wasn't exactly what he had ended up doing during his time of service, but that virtue still resonated with him. He would keep these people alive at all costs.
And it wasn't exactly like he wasn't being rewarded for his efforts. In his one week on this island, he had slept with Kelly almost every night. He had also been receiving very high quality blowjobs from Heather. He hoped he had managed to keep those secret thus far, but he wasn't so sure. Everyone seemed to know that he and Kelly were sleeping together, but he tried to keep Heather's contributions between the two of them.
He didn't want to find out what would happen if the girls started fighting over him. That idea did seem kind of hot, but also extremely dangerous. He knew it was better to keep it secret. In truth, he knew he should stop things with Heather straight away, and just be with Kelly. She was everything he had always wanted in a woman. But Heather gave really great blowjobs. The first one was spectacular, and the two since then had been even better. It was almost like Heather was trying to suck his loyalty to Kelly right out of him. And it seemed to be working. He still loved his time with Kelly, and had no intention of ending it. But he also wasn't planning on stopping things with Heather, despite knowing it would be for the best.
The one thing that he knew was going to complicate the entire situation, was Stacey. He really hadn't had any private time with her since the crash, but he saw the way she looked at him. And he liked to look at her too. She wasn't naturally beautiful like Kelly, or pretty in a homely way like Heather. What Stacey was, was sexy. Her body was incredible. Chris had never liked the look of fake tits before. He had thought they always looked the way Diana's looked. But Stacey's fake tits were awesome. They were huge, and round, and didn't look cartoonish at all. He guessed that eventually something would happen between her and him, and he didn't know how that would go.
A part of him wished he could just go straight old school. He could declare himself king of the island, and then make all of the women his consorts. He could rule over this little pile of rocks with a harem of sexy women, and no one to contest him. He could make them all sleep with him, and with each other, all at the same time. He knew he could if he wanted to, he had the physical capabilities, and there was no one else to stop him. But he was still a good guy. He didn't want to force anyone to do anything, especially when they would likely do it willingly. Maybe he could work out a way of them all agreeing to let him sleep with them all. But that didn't seem to be the way things stood now.
Chris walked out onto the beach, feeling the warm morning sun beating down on him. Heather and Kelly were both down the beach, gathering palms, while Howard and Stacey sat by the fire, preparing the fish Chris had caught the day before. Diana was lying in her cot, as she always seemed to be. She was the only one not even attempting to help. She ate what Chris provided, though she usually complained about it, and she sat by the fire when everyone else did, though she usually complained about that too. Chris thought that he would need to get her to help at some point, but he didn't want to make things contentious just yet.
"Good morning Christopher," Howard said as Chris walked over to the fire. "It looks as though the clouds have cleared a bit. Perhaps that storm you feared will miss us after all."
"Maybe," Chris sighed, looking up at the mostly clear sky. The night before the clouds had looked quite ominous, and he had feared another storm. He still thought it might come, but for the time, it seemed to be clear. "We still need to prepare though. Even if the storm doesn't come today, or tomorrow, there will be another storm. And I want us to have better shelter when it comes."
"Right you are," Howard nodded. "We'll need quite a lot more palms than we have now in order to create any type of real hut, and many sturdy sticks as well."
"We're gathering them as best we can," Stacey said, speaking for the rest of the women. It had become their job to do the gathering, while Chris did the hunting, and Howard looked after the camp. Chris thought it was probably the way most of society functioned in truly ancient times. And he could see why. So far, it was working out well.
"I know," Chris nodded. "We're all doing a good job, considering our circumstances. Well, most of us are anyway," he added, throwing a side-eyed glance over at Diana, who was lying in her cot, awake.
"She'll come around," Howard said softly. "Give her time."
"Chris is right," Stacey said, also glaring over at Diana. "She should be helping too. None of us want to be doing any of this. I don't want to be gathering sticks and tree branches all day in the baking sun. I'm supposed to be on a vacation with my husband. But he's dead, and I'm here, and I'm doing my part. We all are. Except her."
"We can't force her to help," Howard sighed.
"No, but we don't have to give her food," Stacey pointed out. "Everyone else is earning their keep, except her."
"Slow down," Chris said, not wanting Stacey to get too worked up. "We don't need to start starving people. There's only six of us, so we need to stick together, even if she's not helping."
"It's bullshit," Stacey said angrily. "I'll give her one more day of sitting around mooching off of us, and then I'm going to go off."
Chris looked over at Howard, who seemed to be sharing his thoughts. Neither of them wanted the women to start fighting, but they also knew better than to start telling the women what to feel, or not to feel. It was a delicate situation, and they had to treat it delicately.
"Christopher, what are your plans for today?" Howard said, clearly trying to change the subject before Stacey got too mad.
"Well, we still have enough fish from yesterday," Chris said, looking over at the small pile of fish he had amassed the day before. He had gotten quite good at it. He and Heather would swim out to the spot he had found, and he would dive down to skewer fish, while she looked out for sharks. And then when he was done fishing, she would give him one of her excellent blowjobs. Chris had learned to really enjoy fishing. But he wanted to try to catch some red meat.
"I think today I'll go inland," Chris went on, pointing into the island. "I know there are animals out there. The first day, when I was searching for fresh water, I saw a wild hog. If I can kill one of those, we'll eat really good."
"I could eat some pork," Stacey nodded hungrily.
"That would be more complicated than you might think Christopher," Howard pointed out. "Even if you managed to kill a wild boar, you would then need to clean it, and butcher it. Much of the meat would likely rot before we ever got it eat it."
"I know," Chris nodded. "But it's worth a try. And if I do kill one, we don't just get meat. We can use the pelt for a blanket, or even just for part of our shelter. And I can use the bones. I could make much better tools out of bones than rocks. If I can manage it, it'll be worth it."
"I suppose when you put it like that, it is worth a try," Howard nodded, looking impressed.
"Do you think I can come with you?" Stacey asked.
"Uh, I don't know," Chris said, feeling alarm bells go off. He knew Kelly wouldn't like that. And he also thought Stacey might be more of a hinderance than help when it came to hunting.
"I won't get in your way," Stacey insisted. "And I can help. I'll do anything you want me to," she added. Chris glanced over at her, and saw her staring into his eyes with a rather longing look. He glanced over at Howard, who also clearly noticed, but didn't say anything.