"i don't give up easily,
'specially when there's
a real pretty girl involved."
"cute, merridew.
that's real cute."
When the pilot's daughter crash-lands on a desert island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, all she wants to do is survive long eno...
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"Mother!" I sat up in bed and smiled as my mum, my beautiful mum, came into my room. I was back home, and I had just had the best sleep of my life.
"Oh, Y/n!" she cried, running over to me and hugging me. It was the warmest hug I'd ever had in a while.
"I've missed you so much, Mother," I exclaimed, hugging her tighter.
"Me too, Y/n." She sat on the edge of my bed and brushed a stray lock of hair away from my forehead. "Oh, Y/n, but you've gotten so big since the last time we saw you. And so tan! Where did they take you?" I shuddered, remembering the island.
"The plane," I said, my lip starting to tremble as I remembered. "The plane, it crashed on an island in the middle of the ocean, and-and-oh Mother, I don't think Father survived, I don't think he did!" Mother's eyes became glittery.
"I know," she said softly. "I know."
I jerked awake and sat up, Jack's cloak sliding off of me. Next to me were two wadded up choirboy cloaks. I was surrounded by a wall of sticks with a small opening for a door. Lying at my head was my flower crown and the mysterious yellow and white flower Jack had given me.
I rubbed my eyes, crusted together with sleep. How did I end up here, in someone's hut? Didn't I fall asleep on the beach?
"Morning, Y/n!"
I turned to the opening of the hut and saw Jack standing at the entrance, grinning as he ate a piece of fruit.
"Where am I?" I asked, somewhat suspicious.
"Well, it felt weird to leave you out there, so I brought you here to my shelter," he answered. "Thought it'd be cozier." I eyed the cloaks next to me.
"Who do you share it with?"
"Maurice and Roger. Oh, don't worry," Jack said hastily as I made a strangled sort of noise in my throat. "Roger always sleeps like the dead and Maurice likes you enough to not do anything harmful. It was a little squishy in here with four people, but I made it work. It was also much warmer too, which was good. Also, I took off your flower crown and that flower behind your ear so they wouldn't get crushed." I stared at him, then at the flower crown and flower, then at the cloaks.
"Thank you," I said at last.
"You're welcome," Jack said, smiling. "Walk with me?"
"Sure," I said, getting up and putting on my flower crown and tucking the mysterious yellow and white flower behind my ear. "Jack-not to sound ungrateful or anything-but why are you being so nice to me?"
"I guess it's kind of my way of saying thanks," Jack said as we walked into the forest. "Thanks for listening and all. I care about you, you know. And once you find someone worth protecting, you'll do all you can for them." A weird, warm feeling crept into the pit of my stomach at his words. What was that supposed to mean?
