Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 17:10:47 EST
From: Brit18uk@aol.com
Subject: The Castaways. Chapter 7

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The Castaways.

Chapter 7. Copyright by rick19uk.... 27 February 2004

Some six more months had gone by meaning it was twenty-two months since we
had departed from England's shores. Brian was now seventeen; David was
sixteen with me being fifteen. We had all celebrated two birthdays and
anticipated celebrating many more on this island if the amount of ships we
had seen continued in its present vein. We had in fact seen none nor had we
had any more visits from the cannibals and we thanked God for this fact
every day we were there. We spent many hours with a glass scanning the
ocean from the hilltop where our beacon waited patiently to be lit.

      Our clothes were just about worn out even though we spent most of our
time totally naked. Our powder was down to half a keg and we had for some
time now hunted using a bow. The pigs were becoming scarce so we had
decided to hunt for pork only once every three months or so. We were still
able to eat as much fish as we wanted with the larger birds and fruit also
being mercifully plentiful. We had not tired either of the delicious
coconuts and their milk, which were also very abundant. Our lives were
certainly not boring as we always had so much to do including exploring our
island and we had by this time, seen most of it. For as long as I live, it
will always appear strange that an island of this size was uninhabited by
the people of the South Seas.

      We had for several months been attempting to construct a canoe and
had fashioned it along the lines of the design we could remember from the
island we had visited. They were made from hollowed out logs with two spar
outriggers which also had a float attached proving to be very stable when
we had seen them being used there. The ones the islanders had constructed
carried anything up to twenty people we estimated. Ours was not of the same
size but was big enough to carry we three and supplies and water for two
weeks. We were at this time working on a mast and trying to fashion a sail
but our main problem as we saw it would lie in getting it down to the
waters edge. We were from a safety standpoint having to do our construction
behind the tree line and went to great pains to cover and camouflage it. We
did not want it spotted by any cannibals that may pass by.

      We had been here long enough to be able to plot the times of year
when the great storms were most prevalent and because of their frequency
and ferocity during that time we thanked God for our warm and dry cave. We
possessed a set of charts having had the presence of mind to salvage them
from the ship along with Jacks other navigational equipment. I had taken
sun-sights on several occasions and had been able to fix our position on
the chart and had worked out the approximate distance to the island with
the friendly natives. It was we agreed, about one hundred and fifty miles
away, a distance we should easily be able to cover in two weeks and
possibly quite a bit less, if we could only manage to work out a reliable
design for the mast. We spent many hours discussing the possible
foolhardiness of our proposal, particularly in view of the fact that we
were relatively safe with as much food as we could ever want. Weighed
against the fact that we could once again be shipwrecked or worse still
make a wrong landfall and ending up in the hands of cannibals, it proved to
be a lively debate.

      We knew that a great many ships sailed these seas but because of the
vastness of this ocean it seemed to be a slim chance that we would ever see
a ship, let alone be able to attract it. Jack had told us that many islands
were bypassed because of the fear of being overwhelmed by cannibals. The
horror at the prospect of being eaten by them was also at the very
forefront of this thinking so such were our debates too. We were absolutely
ashamed of our stupidity in having overlooked the need to salvage a flag as
this we would have been able to fly alongside our beacon if we ever did
indeed see a ship. It would have proved conclusively to any would be
rescuers that we were indeed civilised thus posing them no threat. Other
than some heavy canvas, we possessed nothing we could use to try to fashion
one of our own. Our conclusion was that we would light our beacon and keep
the area clear so once whoever spotted it, would with luck be able to see
us too. We had hidden a mirror nearby so that we could "flash it" at them
thus hoping to demonstrate that we were not the savages they may suspect us
to be.

      More weeks which turned into months slowly dragged by with nary a
sight of a sail. We loved each other passionately and shared many hours of
intimate and very satisfying contact. We did however crave other human
company and the luxuries of civilisation. Not least of our cravings were
the feel of soft clothes on our bodies, the smell of bread from the
bakeries, the delicious taste and smell of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding
and any number of things too numerous to mention. Our dilemma was
great. Stay in the hope of being found and rescued, or take our chances and
try to make our way back to the friendly natives on our first island. It
was, we guessed, a far greater possibility that we would eventually get
picked up from there because we had seen plenty of evidence of trade goods,
proving that traders called there. After all, our captain had known of the
island as had Jack, so we hoped more knew of it too.

      We had now come to the time of year that was about three months after
the stormy season and we had been spending time salting down pork and many
of the larger birds we had caught. We had a great store of coconuts, which
we had stripped the husk from thus making them smaller and easier to store
aboard our canoe. In fact our "stores" were near to what we estimated we
would need. We had been very busy. As a solution to getting the canoe to
the waters edge we cut short poles and used them as rollers to roll it down
the beach and once we had in the sea it floated beautifully with the trim
being near perfect. We stood back and admired how high she rode in the
water and decided that after sea-trialing our best course of action would
be to attempt to sail her around our island as a true test of her
seaworthiness. Our subsequent mast design seemed to be sturdy and after
much trial and error we had managed to make the sail quite easy to hoist
and strike. We spent a week running trials in the lagoon and eventually
sailing out of the coral mouth and into the open sea. Our luck seemed to be
holding, as she was certainly very stable and easy to sail giving a very
good turn of speed. This good fortune further encouraged us to believe our
calculations of two weeks would be ample time to cover the estimated
distance of one hundred and fifty miles.

      After our day of rest, the Sabbath, we set off on our journey around
the island packing aboard supplies to enable us to camp out for three
nights.  Our estimated size for our island was that it was some twenty-five
miles long being about six or seven miles wide. We calculated that our
journey could be no more than seventy miles in total, which we would
comfortably achieve in three days. It can be easily guessed that our
eventual time of less than two days overwhelmed us and encouraged us to set
a date for our final departure. Whilst on our journey around the island, it
was with extreme trepidation that we neared and eventually passed what we
had named "cannibal beach" and the horrible memories of our discovery of
it. Our one night out we had spent in the cavern having eaten our evening
meal in the shelter directly above its entrance. I will never forget the
beauty of this place and we made sure of this by chipping off chunks of the
crystal to take with us and keep as souvenirs. We had given some thought
when planning the trip to retrieving what powder and weaponry we stored
there, so had dropped a rope and net down in readiness. It was easy to load
the crystal and what little else there was onto the net to enable us to
retrieve it later.

      By the time we had finished our canoe and made everything ready and
finally agreed that we had no other course open to us, a further three
months had passed us by. Brian was now eighteen and had grown tremendously
since our shipwreck and subsequent arrival on the island. David and I had
grown too but Brian towered over us by at least four inches. He also had
the first thin traces of a moustache and sideburns and a wonderfully erotic
trail of hair from his naval down to his large and handsome cock. His
growth spurt had not been confined to height alone and he now out measured
David and I by about one and half inches. I so loved his cock I would often
just lay with my head on his belly staring at it as I played for hours
bringing him to a long, slow and delicious orgasm. It has to be said that
he never once complained. Just as often as I was occupied doing this David
would clamp onto my dick, slowly sucking me off to some of my most intense
orgasms ever. Brian and I would then make sure that he drifted off to sleep
devastatingly sated with us all basking in the most wonderful of
afterglow's. I have to say here that those memories are some of the most
wonderful of my life.

      We spent a further week double checking everything and loading our
supplies so as to perfectly trim our little canoe. I don't know why, but
acting on an impulse I retrieved our mirror from the beacon site and loaded
that too.  On the day before we were to depart we had finished and treble
checked everything we could think of, finishing it all by about the middle
of the afternoon.  We then wandered about aimlessly with fear in our hearts
for our impending journey and immense sorrow at leaving our "safe
refuge". We had set a large pot of our ever faithful stew bubbling away on
the stove and eventually found ourselves back at the cave whereupon we set
to and simply gorged till incapable of further movement. Brian made the
point that we should not forget to load our cooking pot before we left
making a further point that it could be a useful gift once we made landfall
with the friendly natives.

      The next morning we arose with the sun and a great feeling of
excitement mixed with the fear and dread of the unknown and it was as a
result, difficult to eat our breakfast. We were however extremely
optimistic and trusted the planning and intelligence we had poured into our
preparations. We had left two of the muskets and pistols wrapped in canvas
at the back of the cave along with half of the powder and shot. The logic
was that should we fail in our brave quest or have any reason to come back
we would not be defenceless. We also sealed up the cave to the best of our
abilities making sure that it would remain dry and conceal what we had left
there. As far as clothing was concerned, all we had left were the rags that
we had long since outgrown so we fashioned native type loincloths from what
was left. We had great fun at Brian's expense as his oversized "bits" kept
insisting on escaping. We boarded our little ship and using David's rather
well fashioned paddles we made our way out of the lagoon. On gaining the
open sea, we hoisted our sail, pointed the prow onto a southeasterly
heading and with our hands joined and our heads bowed we prayed to Almighty
God for our salvation.

      Dawn found us being tossed about quite wildly on our fourth day at
sea and we fearfully scanned the horizon for the by now well known
thunderhead formations. We saw none but the sea continued to be heavy and
under reduced sail we proceeded on our voyage guessing that we were on the
edge of what had to have been a quite violent storm. The remainder of the
day continued to be heavy going with us continually checking the lashings
and fixings of our stabilising outriggers. We never once tempted fate by
mentioning anything but I know that I looked with pride upon our sturdy
little craft and I am sure Brian and David did too. By the time evening was
upon us yet again, the sea had moderated greatly and we were able to hoist
the sail fully and rip along at a great speed.  The favourable winds that
had been with us since we set off were indeed a Godsend and as dusk began
to set in we joined our hands and bowing our heads began our nightly prayer
to give thanks for our safe passage thus far.

      We made sure that there was always one of us awake at night sharing
the duty out between us. It was obviously necessary as one of us always
needed to be on the tiller and be able to call the others in the case of
anything untoward occurring. One such event was on out sixth or seventh
night into the voyage with Brian and I being awoken by David calling
quietly to us. As we surfaced from our sleep we smelt roast pork and
burning wood and the sounds of manic natives chanting. These sounds faded
in and out and on peering over the side we were able to see in the distance
the glow from their fire and the small figures of them prancing about. We
stared in absolute dread at what we could see and on looking through a
glass we were able to see their victims bound to stakes driven into the
ground. One of them had been gutted with his entrails lying in a grotesque
pile at his feet. Over what we counted as four fires were four further
victims bound and trussed like fowl being roasted on spits. Their heads had
been removed and the spit went down the neck and exited their anuses. We
were all heaving our guts up over the side in absolute horror and
fear. Brian as ever, seemed to take control and quickly ordered us to take
up our paddles and make as hasty a getaway as we could.

      The fire-glow slowly receded and by the time the eastern horizon
began to lighten nothing more was visible. We again joined hands and bowed
our heads. We then prayed giving thanks for our escape knowing full well
that if we had happened upon that particular island in daylight, we could
well have ended up the victims of these appalling savages. We had witnessed
the speed at which the native canoes could travel when manned by twenty
strong men with the long paddles they used. Even with our sail fully
hoisted and the three of us paddling too, we would stand no chance at all
of escaping a determined chase. We felt so sick at heart we were unable to
eat breakfast, the visions of those unfortunates running strongly through
our memories. It was hard to rationalise the differences between the warm
friendliness of the natives we sought to join and the barbaric actions and
practises of the heartless savages we had just witnessed. The day slowly
went by and it wasn't till just before dusk that any one of us was able to
eat. We stuck to fruit, unable to face our pork at all.