The Ocean's Girls

Land Ho

Rihanna

She smiles, her face inches from mine. "If someone would have told me this morning that I was going to be stuck on a surf board in the middle of the ocean with a stranger lying down together as we try to fall asleep under the blanket of stars, I think I would have recommended them to go see the doctor." She tells me and I giggle slightly, tiredness already settling in. 

"If I start to fall you're going with me." I warn her and she nods, smiling. I hum in agreement, closing my eyes slightly as sleep overcame me easily. 

Rihanna 

Something nudged my shoulder. I remain practically completely asleep, shifting my position slightly. It comes again, followed by shuffling. 

"Uhhhh." I groan, shifting my position more, getting comfortable again. Mornings really weren't my thing. 

The sand was so warm, like sleeping in a- what?! I bolt up, not nearly being able to fast enough process the sight before me. I was standing on the edge of some sort of large island, the sandy edges sloping far around and out of view. The white sand was flawless, fading into ruthless looking jungle beyond, tall trees and thick undergrowth a rich green, quality like something out of a fairy tale. 

Around 10 strange people stood in front of me, something you almost imagine as... tribe people? They were all darker skinned, and only men stood before me, dressed in loin-cloth type material, different painted decorations covering their skin, as well as bows, knives and other assortment of weapons and clothes slung from their muscular bodies. 

I slowly back up, my feet coming to stand in water. I turn, the ocean still right behind me. The surf board had apparently washed up in the night. Beyonce lay next to my feet, still dead to the world as her chest rose and fell in a somehow peaceful sleep. I crouch next to her, shaking her awake. 

"What?" She groans, squinting her eyes open. 

"Uhh you might want to see this." I tell her and her eyes widen as she scrambles to her feet, looking shocked as she takes in the situation.

"Jnfu lehdh lehdo wepiruh rifhqiop priufh?" One of the men asks me curiously, speaking a strange language I had never heard. I look at him bewildered. He frowns. 

"Kieufgiwue qiqief!" He shouts, and all the men start to create a formation around us, drawing their knives. 

"Woah woah woah." I say, backing up slowly as they block off all escape routes, forcing us closer and closer to the jungle. I grab Beyonce's hand who clings onto it for dear life. 

"We- we're lost, we don't want to cause any trouble." I say, even though I know there was no way they would understand. They continue to advance on us before they close the circle, completely surrounding us. 

"How- how did this happen?" Beyonce asks as they close in, and we press together to avoid the knives. 

"Don't ask me." I say, just as the 'leader' who had talked before starts marching into the jungle, motioning for the others to follow him. Keeping us confined in a circle, they start to lead us away. 

"Are we being captured by men in loin cloths?" Beyonce asks me. 

"Yep." I respond and she nods. 

"Okay." She says simply. 

We are marched through the jungle, the thick undergrowth hard to navigate through. Towering jungle trees reached for the clouds, vines and branches creating a canopy far above our heads. It felt like a different world. The moist soil ground was rich, grasses and ferns covered much of the ground, some plants growing at the base of trees that were taller than me. Roots snaked along the ground, making it so you had to be continually conscious of your footing.