Not so lonely castaway

Newlywed Amanda Kingston was woken up by the sun's striking rays. She

was laying on the back of the boat she remembered taking earlier. She stepped out,

the golden sand burning her bare feet. She looked around her, seeing only the

endless beach with palm trees and the ocean rolling onto the sand in soft waves.

The rushing sound was soothing. The ocean was as deep blue as her loving

husband James' eyes. Amanda suddenly realized that she was alone on what

seemed to be a deserted island. Then, she remembered about the boat driver. He

was an incapable employee, like all the others, and deserved to be fired. The

young woman walked to the boat, looked into the captain's cabin, but discovered

it empty, and so was the boat. No food, survival kit, blanket or communication

device was left. Only a small First Aid kit containing a clipper, matches, band-

aids and a business card, with the emergency phone number of the private resort

she was staying at had been abandoned there. She noticed that the lifeboat was

gone. Amanda was sure her husband would come looking for her, but she couldn't

stand there waiting. To wash away her worries, she pulled herself together, "Ok,

Amanda, you need to keep yourself alive until James comes." 

After sitting for a while, she thought that building a fire might be useful. She

found the matches in the First Aid kit in the boat and collected twigs. It took her 

quite a while to figure out how to light it, convincing herself that it wouldn't be as

hard as lighting the fireplace in her new luxurious New York townhouse.

Unfortunately for her, she was wrong. Splinters stabbed her soft skin and she

burned herself once or twice with the matches, of course, blaming it on the

manufacturers. She stepped on a tiny crab and had to deal with the nature around

her. She was out of her element, scared of everything. Her stomach was crying for

food, but she had no choice but to ignore it. Amanda was definitely not a crafty

person, nor was her husband.

That afternoon, she walked around randomly looking for food. She heard a

loud noise and ran to the beach where she found a palatial cruise boat. The

castaway woman desperately waved and yelled at the top of her lungs, but the

boat lazily continued its way past Amanda, without ever seeing her. She fell on

the ground, tears running down her cheeks. She had been waiting and waiting for

a very long time without seeing other people, normal food or her husband. She

complained to herself for the next fifteen minutes, being the over dramatic person

that she is. She thought about James. They had only been married for a month

now, and her heart pounded every time she thought of him. He was her knight in a

shining armour, with the strong white stallion and the perfect castle. She was

clearly living in a fairytale. He had to go back to the resort he owned on the island

of Wakaya for business. Of course, she followed him, for vacation, and she was 

hoping for a second honeymoon. But he only focused on his business and not her.

Amanda tried to remember whats had happened when she left by boat. James had

suggested that she take a boat ride off the coast for the day, and so she did,

accompanied by a boat driver. She had enjoyed a morning at sea, but when she

requested to go back to Wakaya island, she fell asleep only to wake up on the

island she was on now. But where could the boat driver be? If they would've been

in trouble, he would've had to tell her. She was going to make sure he was fired

when she got back.

In the meantime, on the other side of the same island Amanda was on, a

busy waitress hurried her way through the many Wakaya Resort guests to a grand

hall. She saw the man she was looking for and ran to him. Catching her breath,

she weakly said, "Sir! Sir! Your wife's gone missing!"

The resort manager remained calm, his imposing structure facing the poor

exhausted girl. He observed her from his striking ocean eyes and smirked. "Don't

worry about her, she's fine. Only resting someplace quiet where nobody can hear

her."