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[VIX]

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Jason had been sailing all day, well, all week actually, and the week before that. Several weeks Jason had been sailing down to the southernmost point of the United States all the way from Connecticut. His buddy Carter had tagged along part of the way, helping him sail, as Carter was also his teammate on the sailing team back at the university.

It was June and they were enjoying their vacation. Jason had chosen to take a break from life and relax and focus on his second favorite pastime. Carter on the other hand chose to spend it with his girlfriend on Daytona beach and a few other friends. Jason wasn't about that life...well, at least not for this summer. If he got lonely, he could head for town and hook up with fine lady. He had everything worked out for a fine vacation. All he had to do was focus on enjoying himself. After dropping off Carter and spending the night in Daytona, Jason cruised down coastal Florida on engine power, taking it easy.

When he finally arrived at his island is was nearly four in the afternoon. He cut the engine, pulled up expertly to the dock, and tied off. Jason gathered his things. Generally he traveled light, with a single duffel, a cooler, and his guitar case. With the duffel on his back and the cooler's strap slung across his shoulder--no need to waste good beer--he strolled up to the house, practically salivating.

"Damn...that water..." He slowed as he trudged around the pool deck, gazing into the crystal water. He dropped off the cooler on a lounge chair and began to circle the house. At the side of the house he discovered a spa jacuzzi leading right out to a stretch of open beach. He followed the deck up to the house and slid the door aside, a series of glass panes that could either form a wall or one large entrance straight out to the jacuzzi.

"Bedroom to the hot tub? Convenient." He swung his duffle off onto the King-sized white canopy bed. Jason relaxed his shoulders and gazed around the room. The woodwork, the furniture, the view even the ceiling! "Amazing..." He kicked off his Michael Toschi deck shoes, he always went all out for his baby, he couldn't afford any scuffs on his vessel.

Jason collapsed into bed. He was spent. He'd rest here, take a little cat nap until it got a little darker outside. Then he'd scrounge something up for dinner and take a dip in the pool to cool off. After the last couple of weeks in the sun, his skin was a delicious carmel, sun-kissed tone, freckles darkened across his shoulders. It was time to rest out of the sun for a while. Then he'd explore the rest of the house and the island.

 

[Andre4000]

Andre wiped the sweat off his brow as his boat approached the beautiful island in front of him. He had flown to Florida from his home in New York and hired a local captain to ride him out to the island. It was quite a long cruise through the beautiful blue water, but Andre really just enjoyed the peace and quiet and the view of the ocean all around him. He was only wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of black athletic shorts, but he could already feel the heat.

In fact, the entire reason Andre had decided to vacation on the island was for relaxation. He spent most of the year focusing hard on his school work, practicing for football games, and staying in shape that he didn’t often have time to just hang out and relax. Sure, he spent a lot of time partying it up with his friends on the weekend - in fact, several friends of his invited him to a beach house in Panama City - but Andre just wanted some time to himself. He wanted to be able to kick back and just chill without having anything to worry about.

The captain docked the boat and tossed Andre’s bag onto the dock. Andre stepped out, his backpack on his back, the only other thing he had brought with him. He was so enthralled with the beauty of the island that he didn’t even notice that another boat was already present at the dock. “Have a good time, kid. Let me know if you need a ride back,” the man said as he climbed back into the boat, waving.

“You too, man. Safe travels,” Andre said as he tipped the man a little bit extra money for his troubles. The boat backed up and sped off into the distance, leaving Andre alone on the dock. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder as well as he walked up to the house, pausing a brief second to look at the gorgeous beach house. “I can get used to this,” Andre chuckled to himself as he walked inside.

As Andre stepped inside, he glanced around the interior of the house, admiring the architecture and the decoration. He shuffled through the house in his sandals, looking for the bedroom and a place to unpack his bag. He had had a long trip, so he wasn’t against taking a quick nap before continuing with his day. As for what to do with the rest of the day, he hadn’t decided yet. He had so many options in this majestic beach paradise.

 

[KatarineMeow]

Aria lounged on the deck of a small sailboat, her best friend Jace was taking her out to the island. They'd left Key West, Florida the night before- although they stopped to go night-time fishing. Dropping anchor out at sea so that they didn't drift through the night into the wrong direction, she spent the night on the boat. Today she woke up at 11:00 and it was 5 by the time she arrived at the island. The young woman was on her last few weeks of paid leave from her job; so she spent a week at home in Florida then a week with her friends before heading out of Key West with Jace. "Ain't far now, girl."
"Yeah, really excited about this." she looked over her shoulder at him, smiling.

It was the first thing she'd invested in b herself, and this was the first time she'd get to visit the island. It was supposed to be her final relaxation before going back to her stress filled job and juggle a full payload of schooling at the same time. A yawn escaped her lips as Jace docked a few hours later, 5 on the dot. She wore a black and white tie-dyed tanktop with light washed shorts. A grey and black backpack on her back, and a two piece luggage set in her hands she stepped out onto the dock. "Later Jace."
"Later Aria." He waved, and soon after he left.

She walked up to the house, finding the living room first. She set her luggage down on the floor next to the couch,and set her backpack down on couch as her pillow. Another yawn escaped her, she was ready for a short cat-nap and didn't find exploring high on her priority list just yet. The lazy day was catching up to her, and she needed a nap more than she realized before finding somewhere cozy to settle down with a book.

 

[VIX]

With her book clasped in her hand, Rohana quietly descended the narrow trail back to the beach house. After a relaxing afternoon sitting on the rock in the shade of a palm and listening to the waves she was ready to settle in and fix herself a nice dinner for herself. The young woman paused and stretched up to pick a banana from the tree. A fruit salad perhaps? She stopped to gaze at the pool, the sunlight reflecting the ripples at the bottom. It sure looked inviting. Perhaps she'd take a short swim later after dinner and do a couple of laps. The sound of a motor boat made her jump slightly. The island was so quiet all day long, it startled her to hear anything less of a bird chirping, the palms whispering, and the waves lapping at the beach.

Rohana went out to the cabana to look out on the horizon. She froze at the sight of the boat. Was it just a trick of the eyes or was it headed towards her island? This wasn't the day that the supply boat came to drop off groceries or other conveniences. Her pounding heart knew the answer. Then she saw the huge sailboat at the dock. There was already someone else on the island?! She was in the Caribbean, and of course pirates still existed, it made sense they would travel like this so to blend in. Oh, gods, they were probably looking for her. If she could only get to the kitchen where she left her satellite phone, she'd be able to call her father. His security consultant said she'd be safe here. She didn't want her father responsible for paying millions in ransoms.

Rohana swallowed and took several deep breaths. The Menzi family was a proud and brave family. A line of nobles and politicians and bureaucrat. She'd not succumb to an end like this.

Rohana snuck through the bushes towards the house. Over on the dock a muscular black male was jumping onto the dock. Peeking through the floor to ceiling windows, she snuck inside. In the kitchen she grabbed the satellite phone from a drawer next to the fridge. She heard the shuffling of luggage on the masonry by the pool. Quickly she rushed into the laundry room behind the kitchen. Rohana listened to the man walk around and waited a few minutes after he passed by the door. When she felt the coast was clear, she opened the laundry door and moved back into the kitchen, clutching the phone. That's when she ran into a young blonde woman. Rohana screamed.

 

[KatarineMeow]

Aria's heart jumped out of her chest when another woman ran into her, then she cringed at the shrill scream the other let loose. Wasn't it just supposed to be her here? She sighed and looked at the other woman, and rolled her blue eyes. "I really don't have time for random women freaking out. Stop screaming, Kay?" She said locking eyes with the other woman. "I'm Aria. Who the hell are you?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, the trinity symbol tattooed on her wrist flashed for a moment before her ultra thin cardigan slipped back down to cover it. She leaned against the back of the couch and raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently. "Here for the timeshare too?" She inquired her eyes studying the other woman.

 

[VIX]

No sooner had Jason laid down that he heard the sound of a scream from other parts of the house. Shit. Was he hearing things? His brow creased as he reluctantly sat up. Several things passed through his mind at one time.

There weren't pirates down here, were there? This was the fuckin' Caribbean, Cuba and Haiti and other more impoverished countries lived right down the fuckin' street. Didn't the Mexicans believe in a Chupachabra or some stupid ghost shit like that? Pirates were a more believable option. Why they would make a sound like that was beyond him. But it wasn't like he had any cash, or carried anything val...

Oh shit.

Not his baby.

Jason ran out of the room. Where they after his boat? He came to a stop and notice the luggage bags in the kitchen. Perhaps it was the maid and she saw one of those big tropical spiders and screamed. He turned into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. Two women. Standing in his kitchen.

"You're not my maid." Jason said lamely. He met the eyes of the Indian woman, they were wide in surprise as well. Her gaze flicked to the blonde's.

She straightened her posture, her chin tilting up, regaining her composure. "Timeshare? There must be some misunderstanding. I purchased this island for the summer. My contract was mutually exclusive."