Part 50: Morning Events

Mandy made her way along the beach toward the broken part of the plane that crashed with them. It had too many cracks to make a decent shelter but they used it as a collection storage of the supplies they did manage to get. Clothes, utilites and luggage. Some even started calling it the General Store, as it seemed to have a little of everything.

Mandy walked in, hoping to find another shirt. The one she was wearing was starting to stink. She walked into the wreckage and to the pile of women’s clothes they had formed. She searched through the shirts and blouses then found a nice light blue one that was her right size. Mandy also checked the bra stack, and managed to find her size on the second try. For a few seconds, she giggled, wondering if this bra was really hers anyway.

She then began to disrobe, tossing her clothes into the “dirty” pile which she’d wash later. After she removed her bra, she gently placed on the new one. As it felt so comfortable, she smiled, concluding it was indeed hers. After she slid on the blue shirt, she heard a comfortable exhale behind her. Mandy quickly turned to find Cecil’s grin looking at her. “Cecil, what-“ she stammered.

“It’s kinda funny,” he smiled, approaching her, “I was coming in to see if I could find a spare pair of pants and I am treated to a floor show.”

“A floor . . .”Mandy couldn’t even finish her sentence. She was still in mild sock that Cecil saw her semi-naked.

Cecil began walking toward her. He slowly paced his approach to the young blonde, holding onto the chairs in the wreckage. “How do you like it, Mandy?” he asked.

“How do I like what?” she asked.

“How do you like it done to you?” he grinned,” Judging from that tattoo on your lower back, I can probably guess.”

“That?” she stammered,” That’s got nothing to do with-“

Cecil was then right in front of her. Mandy didn’t move, holding her arms up to her chest. The old man gently placed his hands on arms. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. “You’re lonely, Mandy,” he whispered, “I can see it. Let me comfort you.”

“I am not lonely,” she retorted, “I am with Taylor.”

“I didn’t say you were alone, I said you were lonely.”

Mandy exhaled, “Get back.”

“What?” Cecil smiled.

“You’re . . .invading my personal space.” She whispered.

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?” he asked.

Mandy couldn’t respond. She felt frozen and didn’t have a reason why it was happening. The old man then leaned forward kissing her on the neck. The young blonde closed her eyes, unable to talk but just breathe. “Stop.” She whispered finally.

“Oh, god, you smell so good.” Cecil grunted, as he began to reach for her buttocks.

He then stopped as he felt a piece of metal slap him on the shoulder. Turning abruptly, he found himself face to face to McKay’s machete. The Australian glared at him like he could kill him within seconds. “Get. Away. From. Her.” He said slowly.

The old man finally backed off. Mandy blinked and then came to her senses, quickly brushing past McKay. The Australian waited till he heard she was clear of the wreckage. Cecil sighed, rubbing his white hair through his fingers. He then looked down to the bulge in his pants. “Well, McKay?” he smiled, “Are you gonna finish me off or let me go take a dip in the cold ocean?”

“You’ve pissed off Tony, you’ve pissed off John and now you’ve pissed me off, you old bat, “McKay grunted, “I take it, you don’t make friends easily.”

“I never said I wanted any.” He replied.

“I don’t know what you think you are doing, but what I saw made me sick! You’re old enough to be her grandfather.”

“Well, I have to confess, I am not a old pervert, “he smiled, “It’s just that my tastes in women haven’t changed in 35 years.”

“That’s not funny.” McKay grunted.

“It was a little funny,” the old man shrugged his shoulder.

“Whatever the hell you are up to, stay away from her.” McKay turned to leave the wreckage.

“Hey, mate!” Cecil called to him.

The Australian stopped and turned. Cecil leaned into two of the chairs, with his eyebrows bent downward in an angry glare. “You three musketeers seem intent on running this show but let me tell you,” the old man hissed,” Any of your three interfere in my business again and their will be hell to pay. Are we clear?”

“Sure thing, Cecil. But let me tell you something,” McKay glared,” You come near Mandy again, and I’ll just kill ya. Are WE clear?”

Cecil said nothing, just kept staring at him. McKay turned and walked out of the wreckage. Mandy was standing by herself, almost hyperventilating. The Australian walked up to her, and whispered gently. “Are you all right?”

She simply nodded her head in agreement. Then as she started to walk away, her friend Taylor showed up. She smiled at Mandy but she just lowered her head and kept walking. “Mandy, what-“ Taylor said confused.

“I think she needs to be alone.” McKay told her.

“Why? What-“ Taylor paused when she saw Cecil exit the wreckage with a new shirt. The old man slowly buttoned up the shirt, with a stupid grin on his face. The young woman knew something had happened between him and her best friend.

She stared to approach him. McKay immediately grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back. “No,” he said sternly.

“What did he do to her?” she asked.

“Nothing she didn’t want.” Cecil laughed.

Taylor advanced toward him again and the Australian still held her back. “No, Taylor,” he replied, “I’ll deal with this. Come on.”

Taylor finally let it go and let McKay guide her away from Cecil and the wreckage. The old man just sighed, walking back to his little encampment, hoping he would be able to find a cigarette. It was the only release he had while he was marooned with this people.


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Kristy lathered up the soap she had found, until it formed a large pile of foam in her hands. Then she started rubbing it all over her face. She was worried that being marooned on the island might start causing her to breakout without any proper skin conditioner. After all, how could she keep her job as a model if her face went bad? “Hey, Kristy,” a female voice behind her said.

Kristy turned around and saw the red-headed Shanna on the beach. She had her hair tied back and a towel around her right shoulder. She started to walking into the ocean water to join the model. “You might if I . .uh . .borrow that soap?” she asked.

Kristy smiled. It was nice to have another female concerned about the effects of the island. “Sure thing,” she said, holding it out gently.

Shanna took the soap with both hands and dipped it into the ocean water. Then she lathered up and began to rub it all over her face as well. Kristy watched and smiled, definitely feeling like talking to her. Sometimes it just felt better to have girl talk. Even though she liked Martin, there wasn’t much they had in common. “So, Shanna, what do you do for a living?” the model asked.

“I help my dad manage his drug store.” She smiled, “He’s the pharmacist.”

“That’s cool. I’ll bet it get interesting with all the people that come and go.”

“Kinda. It’s the regulars I can’t stand. They want to know where the antacid is yet I know they’ve been down that isle millions of times.” Shanna scoffed.

Kristy giggled at her statement. Shanna laughed too, rubbing the soap into her forehead. “You a supermodel, right Kristy?” she asked.

“Geez, you sound like Martin. No, I am just a model. When I make the cover of Sport Illustrated, then I’ll be a super model.”

“You wanna trade jobs?” Shanna joked.

“Sure, why not? But only for a month, okay?”

“Okay,” Shanna laughed.

“Ladies.” A male voice said behind them.

The two young lades turned around to see Tony standing near the waves crest. He was wearing nothing but swimming trunks. He had his metal cane in one hand and a disposable razor in the other. “If I heard correctly, one of you ladies have soap?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Kristy giggled, “You want to clean your face too, Tony?”

“In a manner of speaking,” he smiled, waving the razor.

Shanna came up and took him by the hand, leading him into the shallow water. After they were in the water up to their waist, she placed the soap into his hand. The blind doctor then began to coat his neck and cheeks with it. After he was certain that he coated his face, he handed the soap back to Shanna, then dipped his razor in the ocean water and proceeded to shave. “You don’t like facial hair, doc?” asked Shanna.

“Never had much use for it, no.” he smiled.

“You want one of us to help you with that?” asked Kristy.

“Thank you, no,” he whispered, continuing to shave, “Ironic as it may sound, I have shaved blind before.”

“What do you mean?” asked Shanna, amazed.

“In the shower. Without a mirror.” He said, as if it was obvious.

“I must admit, I respect you, Tony,” Kristy said, “I don’t think I could have handled being blind the way you have.”

“It’s quite all right. I am simply doing what I have always done. Never giving up. Always finding a solution to every problem.”

“You think you’ll miss it, Tony? Being able to see?” asked Shanna.

Tony laughed, “Well, I still have one eyeball left, ladies. It may be damaged, true but with the proper surgery, I am sure I can use it again.”

“At least you can laugh about him,” smiled Kristy.

“If I don’t laugh, I am gonna cry.”

Tony had finished shaving. He rubbed his hand all over his face, making sure he missed nothing. Then leaned forward and splashed the ocean water onto his shaven face. He then leaned back abruptly, grunting. “What’s wrong?” asked Shanna.

“Nothing,” he chuckled, “This salt water just stings is all. Actually, it’s probably better than aftershave. Really cleans the pores out.”

“Cleans the pores?” Kristy giggled, “That settles it, Shanna. We did the right thing in coming out-“

Kristy then abruptly stopped and looked down. Shanna blinked, wondering why she stopped talking. The young model then screamed as she started to back up, then plummet into the shallow water. “KRISTY!” Shanna yelled.

The model came back up from the ocean water, spitting what had gotten into her mouth. She started walking toward the beach the best she could. She was crying and grunting in the pain the whole time. “What’s going on?” asked Tony.

“Something is wrong with Kristy.” Shanna said, grabbing Tony by the arm and leading him toward her.

Kristy then managed to get out of the water and fell onto the beach. She was still crying in pain from what had just happened. Shanna finally was able to see what the problem was, especially with her foot. “There is something attached to her foot!” the red head pointed.

“WHAT IS THAT?” Kristy screamed in pain.

“What does it look like, Shanna?” Tony demanded.

“It’s like a glob of slime, dark green slime,” Shanna exhaled, “I think it’s a jelly fish.”

“It’s not a jelly fish,” the blind doctor, said immediately collapsing on to his knees.

Tony quickly dove his hands into the wet sand. He made sure to coat his hands with the gritty substance as much as he could. “Shanna, guide me to her foot.” He asked.

The red head brought him over to Kristy quickly. She then pointed his hands toward the creature that was on her right foot. The blind doctor finally felt it and immediately began to tear it off. Ever chunk he removed, Kristy yelled and cried some more. Shanna immediately got beside her, and the model grabbed her, crying onto her. She did her best to comfort her. Tony then tore off the last piece, and threw it onto the beach. He felt of her foot, making sure no more were attached. Then he pulled more sand and began to coat her foot with it. He started rubbing it all over her foot and her upper leg to be sure. “Oh, God, Tony, what was that?” Kristy wept.

“It was a Sea Anemone,” Tony whispered, “Similar to Jellyfish but much more aggressive.”

“Am I gonna get sick from it?” she asked.

“Just a little. Your foot unfortunately is going to swell up like balloon. I’m using the sand to remove any little stingers the beastie left behind.”

“Thank you,” she cried.

“KRISTY!” Martin screamed running down the beach, “Dr. Tony, what happened?”

“She’s gonna be fine, Martin,” Tony said, slinging the sand off his hands, “She was bitten by a Sea Anemone, so her foot is going to swell her. Help her back to my tent. We need to get her foot elevated and she needs to take a Benadryl.”

“Sure thing, Doc,” Martin said, helping her up.

Shanna and Martin helped Kristy walk up to the beach toward Tony’s tent. The blind doctor walked toward where he came in, feeling of the footprints in the sand. He reached down, tapping the ground. Within six taps, he found his metal cane. He then slowly began to walk up toward the beach. He felt bad for Kristy getting bitten by the sea creature, but he was glad he was nearby to help her. He was also glad that he did indeed help her.

Perhaps he wasn’t so useless after all.