|The Shipwreck (standard:adventure, 2802 words)|
|Author: Nathaniel MIller||Added: Apr 05 2016||Views/Reads: 1561/710||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A southern bell of 1800's travels to Australia for wedding only to be set castaway on desert island.|
The Shipwreck: By Nathaniel Miller Inspired on picture: The Caves of the Island of Fiji A beam of sunshine cascaded down from the cloud-filled blue sky, from the many holes through the red rock that makes up the shelter above the secluded beach where two unconscious bodies lie on the reddish brown sand of the beach below. They have just survived a storm at sea that have brought them here, the same storm that scuttled their Clipper Ship off the coast of this island, when it was forced aground on the reef by the rough surf and winds during their journey to Australia. The island they had run aground upon was a legend in the South Pacific by other sailors of many other nations who spoke of voodoo, evil magic, and tempers of the sea. The island was called Skull Island. Not because the island was shaped like the human skull, but the rock formation in which wary castaways found themselves, looked like the face of a skull. It had two eyes, a nose, and a skull like jaw that sat on the beach, overlooking the reef that would attract wary vessels to their doom. Or so the legend went. As the first young woman awakened, she opened her eyes slowly, her blue eyes fuzzy, as they focused upon the interior of the rock covering them. She was disoriented by the rough landing ashore, washed overboard when a wave whipped them of the deck of the disabled ship into the rough seas. It took everything they had to swim and survive, fighting to swim to shore. When her vision finally cleared, and her head cleared a little more, the young woman managed a low gasp. She turned her head to scan her surroundings quickly and to her companion who also lies on this beach with her. Their names are Patty LeBlanc, a white plantation owner's daughter from Louisiana and her black house slave, Carolina Banks. Both are glad to be alive and well ashore, but stunned to realize that it is on a deserted island. “Where are we?” Patty asked, and she reached over to nudge Carolina who lay next to her. “Carolina...” Patty said sternly, and the young black woman shook her head to moan as she sat up, meeting the concerned look of her mistress. “Yez missus.” The black maiden replied sharply, nodding her head. “Are you alright Carolina?” “Yez, Missus.” replied the black woman, grimacing as she stretched, and peered slowly about to their surroundings as Patty had just a few moments ago. “Any idea wherez we are, missus?” Carolina asked, and Patty shook her head slowly. “We seem to be alone here, Carolina.” Patty replied, and she managed a groan as she slowly stood up. The young white woman, Patty, for this trip was on her way to her own wedding, married to an Australian in Sydney, down under. She had hopped a clipper ship at San Francisco with Carolina and Darcy, her house maidens and traveled with them across the ocean to this rendezvous in a far off land. The only problem now was they had been pushed off course by the strong storm at sea by hundreds of miles and causing their ship to be wrecked on the beach. Patty is about twenty-two years of age, with long blond hair, green eyes, a fantastic, but athletic figure and she is the youngest of five sisters. She lived on her father's plantation in Louisiana with her sisters, her mother and their slaves on a large settlement of land that had been in her family for several generations. She had been courted by a young man by mail from Australia, a rich plantation owner in his own right, and he had asked for her hand to marry her and wanted her to come to him for their wedding in the land down under. She had accepted and packed her stuff, taking her house maidens with her. Click here to read the rest of this story (250 more lines)
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