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The islander awakes from his slumber, smelling the scent of last night's rain on his nose whilst he dresses himself for the day. His slim form easily slips into the clothing he has made from some of the creatures on the island, as well as some of the wild sheep and boar that tend to dot the mountainous northern edge. As he walks from the cave he passes through the shack that appears to be the entrance from the outside, though the shack itself hides the cave behind it due to the moderate level of bulk it portrays. After he opens up the improvised door, which was made from the bulwark of a wrecked ship from a while back in time, he holds his hand over his eyes to scan the waters as he looks for any pieces of wreckage that are still floating about, knowing that travel between the islands without a boat or raft of some sort would be suicidal due to the sharks in the reef. Especially at this time of the year due to their mating habits and how they would last for the next week or so.

The islander walks down from the treeline and his shack to the beach, his shape shadowing itself for a moment before scales spring from his skin and his body takes on a more reptilian appearance, though he continues to walk on his legs as an extended tail runs on the ground behind him, his form still slender and sleek as he runs across the hot sand. With his body as such he doesn't feel anything other than the comfort of the heat under his feet, the enjoyment of such something he prefers to have after he has scavenged what he could from the wreckage. It appears that as he was on the beach that a large piece of wreckage from the galleon of a ship had washed up onto a bed of coral and ascending stones from the waves of the ocean, which he quickly swims to and climbs onto as well.

As he ventures through the body of the almost perpendicular piece of the vessel he traverses down into the dank section of the ship as he transforms his body to be human again, as the reptilian bit would have rendered him unable to move after a certain length of time whilst he picks up pieces of metal and iron. After a few moments of searching, the islander comes across a set of empty and broken cages except for one that has been slightly submerged for about an inch into the water as the waves have been blocked from surging into the vessel due to the angle of the break. The closed cage holds a figure inside of it, in which he doesn't pay attention to in the darkness of the vessel, just holding onto the lock on the outside of the cage and changing his hand to be a pincer which crushes the metal enough to allow him to open up the cage.

A few more moments afterwards, the islander pulls the body to the shore as he keeps it above him as he swims, keeping to a minimum of splashing to not attract the sharks as best he can. Once he returns to the shore, he rests the body onto the shore and checks its chest with his ear, hearing a small level of breathing that begins to hasten slightly. He pulls his head back and rests the spoils he got from his searching on the other side of him, looking over the body to recognize that it is female. Barely clothed but female.
 
The female he had dragged ashore looked rather young, at least nineteen years of age, if not a few years older. She had long red hair, though was currently soaked and clinging to her face and body, naturally pale skin, a pretty little face that was dotted with some freckles, long eyelashes, arched brows, and a slender neck, wrapped tightly around her neck was a metal collar. Her eyes were closed so the color of her eyes were a mystery. Her body, from what he would be able to see underneath the slim amount of clothing that now clung to her; was youthful looking, with supple breasts, a thin waist, to thin really, slender hips, and long legs. But the more he looked at her the more he saw how pathetically thin she was, her legs, arms, waist, were dreadfully thin. Her cheeks and eyes had a sunken look to them. It appeared that the girl hadn't eaten in days. If that wasn't bad enough there was a rusted pair of handcuffs were around her wrist, biting into her skin, with a chain that ran up between her round breasts and eventually connected to her collar. Add the females appearance, the collar, and the hand cuffs, plus the fact that he found her trapped in a cage, and it became painfully obvious as to what she was. A slave. The ship must have crashed while carrying her, and possibly others to some unknown destination.

A few minutes passed with her remaining unconscious, the only sound was her shallow breathing mixed with his, and the crashing of the was. Suddenly a noise broke through the silence, it was rough and harsh sounding. A cough. The girl was coughing, her eyes starting to open, he was able to see them for the first time, they were a deep forest green. The female weakly tried to push her body up with her cuffed hands, her body shaking with each cough she made, trying to clear her lungs. She hadn't noticed the man next to her yet, nor would she have known that he had saved her from drowning, or worse, being eaten by the sharks.

“Where am I?” The girl asked herself with a voice that was musical. “What happened?” She couldn't remember what had brought her here it seemed, it was very likely that she was in shock. The slave looked around, her green eyes finally resting on the man. She quickly started to back away from him, her eyes filled with terror. “Wwwho are you? What do you want with me?” Her voice trembled with fear.

((I hope this is long enough.))
 
(You haven't disappointed me in the least, madam.)

The man couldn't help but feel an immense amount of pity on her soul as he comes to recognize the makings of a slave, as well as one that was probably meant to be used just for sex and nothing more as her appearance showed that she wouldn't be able to resist any of what would be pushed apon or into her. He jumped from her cough as he looked over her body, wondering what sort of woman she was before capture, and thought that she wouldn't have been able to even remember. As she awoke, his own eyes flashed the forest green for a moment before returning to a gentle dark blue due to the coloring catching him off kilter for a moment. In his ears he felt a slight tingle as her voice sprang from her throat, and his gaze to her softens for a second as well having nothing melodic on his ears for who knows how long due to his isolation.

"Don't worry," he says to the girl, his voice feeling cracked for a moment before he coughs out some gathered phlegm before it clears well enough to be soothing and gentle on her own ears. "I found you in the ship over there." He points to the broken section behind him as he lifts her up, his arm feeling stronger than the slim shape would portray. His current appearance hold shoulder length hair that is pulled back into a ponytail whilst his features appear to be taken smoothly to the elements, showing itself to be soft on the eyes. If anyone didn't know any better, they could have mistaken him to have been crafted from some of the softest sand imagined. He lifts her from the sand and walks with her in his arms, having to let the bindings on her wrists stay for the moment as all he could do would be able to manage is breaking her arm if he tried to use a pincher on them as well.

"You're on my island. Welcome, as I'll nurse you back to health as best as I can manage," he says whilst he carries her to the hut, pulling the door with his elbow before carrying her through the threshold as he sets her down on a mattress under the window, the mattress made from a combination of the wild wool and pieces of foliage found on the island. He rummages through one of the boxes before pulling out a skeleton key, and examines it for a moment, setting it back into the box as it appeared to be more of a door key than for handcuffs. "I use to have a name, but I forgot it as I never needed to use it here... Feel free to call me what you want, though I would like to know yours as well," he says as he pulls a file from the box, as well as a pair of small pincers that look like they could get between the bolt and the holding on the handcuffs. He walks over and begins to file two of the sides of the bolt to allow for the pincer to get between them, soon cutting the bolt free and unclasping one of her wrists as he repeats the process to the other one.
 
The slave looked over the man, at the wrecked ship section that the man pointed out, she didn't seem to notice the changing of the mans eyes, she was too absorbed in trying to remember what had happened to the ship, sighing in frustration when she couldn't remember, maybe she had been asleep when the ship crashed. The girl looked back at the man with her green eyes, taking in his appearance. The man had a slim stature, harsh but kind blue eyes. She couldn't gather anymore details about him because he suddenly picked her up and hoisted her into the air, he was a lot stronger then his appearance portrayed, the girl let out a yelp of surprise and terror, to weak to struggle or try to get away.

She found it hard to believe that he was going to nurse her back to health, though she hoped that he wasn't lying. The girls frail body bounced against him as he carried her through the sand and toward what appeared to be a hut, they were soon inside the building and she was placed on the mattress made out of who knows what. This nearly dashed all hopes she had of him actually nursing her back to health, he just wanted to have sex her. She should have known. The slave little out a whimper and squeezed her eyes shut, she knew she was too weak to resist him. She heard him rummage through something and became even more scared, maybe he was going to kill her. Imagine her surprise when she heard the man talk to her in a friendly manner, even asking her for her name.

“Mmy name? Yyou want to know my name? Iit is Cordellia...” The girl stammered out, her voice still quivering with fear, and she kept her eyes closed. At least until she felt one of her wrist freed of its metal constraints. Cordillia smiled as she felt the blood starting to flow back into her arms, though along with the relief there was pain. The cuffs had been so tight on her that they actually bit into the skin, her wrists were stained with rusts and small little cuts that welled up with blood. “Wwhy are you helping me?” She wasn't used to such kindness.
 
All of the small sounds that she had made were mostly ignored by the islander, though when she begins to talk to him he looks to her eyes. "Cordellia eh?" he almost asks, getting a selection of wrappings from another box that he made from the cotton, wrapping it around her wrists after applying some sort of application to her injuries to stop the bleeding and numb the pain, though also her hands and fingers as well as her wrists. He keeps the wrappings in place with a pair of plant chords that he also made himself, putting it just inside of the edges of the cotton as they absorb in some of the blood. "Well, I didn't have anything for myself to remember, except for part of the ship that I found less than a couple of days after I woke up on the beach. Some of it was broken off and don't make much sense at first until I found a few pieces here and there... I don't want my name to be Elegance De Cherta," he smiles and stands up in front of the mattress, one of the shelves above the bed holding some clothing as he looks through it, dropping one of his boar pelts to the mattress and then heading to the door. "This is the door to the outside, as you know. The other door leads to the caves under the islands, though they are submerged at this time of year and won't be dry or even safe for about four more months."

He looks to the beach nearby as he stands in the doorway. "You're free to wander around with me until you're strong enough on your own to handle the boar or at least be able to escape them if you stay in the forest. The beach is the safest area other than here, as well as the fact that if you don't go into the waves of the water too deep you'll be safe from the sharks as well," he says whilst beginning to head out, poking his head in for a moment. "I'll be getting us some food, and it'll be done in about an hour or so. Search through the clothing and other things for anything you'd require and join me on the beach once you're ready."

He then heads from the door, closing it after himself, and walks down to the beach as he heads to one of the hollow trees, poking his hand inside and grabbing a spear and line attached to the end as he continues his short journey to the shore. When he arrives he starts to crawl on the rocks, his body changing to be reptilian for a moment as he finds it easier to crawl and grip onto the stones with some sort of claw. Within 30 minutes of work he has managed to get a few small fish at first, and has them already drying out on the shore for now as they die from suffocation. He continues to hunt for the fish as he finds a crab and lobster as well, stopping there to kill the crustaceans and head back to the beach, starting a fire with a bit of flint and tinder as he feeds it with dead branches from the storm as well as dried driftwood from the ship, soon having a roaring flame with the five pieces of prey cooking above it within an hour and a half, his form back to human as the sun allows for the shade of the trees to cover the shore.
 
Cordellia starred at the door as the man left her. She was alone once more. Scared and alone, just like she had been on the ship. She picked up the clothes that he had placed in front of her and looked at them, trying to put the thoughts of her time on the ship out of her mind. Suddenly the coldness of her soaked clothes hit her, she had better get out of them and fast. The young woman stripped the meager clothes on her body off and quickly slipped on something warmer. Frankly as long as it was dry she didn't really care how it looked or what it felt like. As soon as she had her body was covered and she felt her body regain some strength, she wobbled toward the door, her body shaking with each step.

The girl soon made her way out of the hut and walked down to the fire that she saw on the beach, she just hoped that it was the man that had rescued her and not the slave traders, if they had survived. As she hobbled over to the fire she couldn't help but let a small smile form on her face when she saw only one person there. The man that had saved her. She made her way down the beach and sat down next to him, nearly toppling over. “Thank you for the clothes...” Cordellia said with her musical voice, at the same time she adjusted the top a little, it had slipped a bit and showed a little bit of her supple flesh and she wanted to fix it. As she did so the fire light dancing beautifully across her skin, it almost made her appear to glow.
 
The islander looks up to her as she approaches, his eyes catching her flesh when it exposes itself to him before he turns his attention back to the fire. "Don't thank me yet. You're wearing some clothing that I wear often," he says and takes the three small fish from the fire on their sticks and sets the ends in the sand to let them cool down. "I'll probably have enough to make you something more suitable for you to wear instead of my pelts." He continues to watch the fire, though his eyes dart back to her body as he finds it a little hard to focus on the fire and its cooking contents due to her form being rather beautiful even if it's too thin for anything other than viewing.

He taps the side of one of the fish to check its temperature, and holds two of them to her on the stick, not wanting her to eat too much on the first day since she might not be able to have much at all for now. "So, Cordellia," he says as he returns his gaze to the fire, ignoring the almost glowing woman next to him for the moment. "Are you willing to stay on the island with me?" He looks to her after asking the question, wanting to see her reaction as he could probably get her to another island in a few months once the underground caves clear themselves of the tides.
 
Cordellia watched his hands as he cooked, not noticing that he was looking at her. The girl smiled faintly at the fact that she was wearing his clothes. “No wonder they are a bit big, though then again I guess most clothes would be big on me now...” The last part was said sadly. She really had lost a lot of weight ever since the slave traders kidnapped her. She knew that they had starved her for a reason, so that she would be too weak to struggle away, so that the person who would have bought her would be able to rape her without having to worry about the girl struggling. In many ways the ship crashing onto this island was a blessing, she didn't have to worry about being sold for sex any more.

The girl took the two small fish, her stomach growling at the sight and smell. “I-I am sorry about that...I-I haven't had anything to eat in a long time...” She said, her face turning red. Cordellia cautiously took a bite of one of the fishes, smiling as the taste flooded into her mouth, but she made sure to eat slowly, she didn't want to make herself sick by eating to fast. The girl put the sticks in the sand and looked at the man. “You want me to stay here with you? Why? I might just end up being a burden too you...I mean I am willing to stay here with you but I just don't understand why you want me here...um I don't even know what to call you...is there any name you want me to call you by?”
 
"Just call me by what you wish," he smiles to her, handing another fish stick to her whilst he pulls the crab from the fire and allows the lobster to cook for a little bit longer, its shell mostly removed underneath as he watches the meat cook in the flames. "I also highly doubt that you can be a burden, since I barely knew anything about survival other than how to start a fire and build a shack in front of the caves." He sighs as he looks to her. "You'll do just fine, and I'll make sure that either you're fed well or that you can feed yourself with what this island has."

After a few moments of sitting in silence he speaks up again. "It's also lonely here, and I haven't had anything other than animals and they don't put up a good enough conversation in the first place," he says whilst looking to her, the lobster taken from the fire as he begins to eat his meal, pits and pieces of the meet slurping into his mouth as he almost drinks the slick pieces of flesh into his chewing mouth, swallowing once done and wiping his mouth with his arm. "If it wouldn't be too much to ask, I'd like you to go back to the shack and rest as I finish scavenging the wreckage for anything useful. We might be able to use the iron bars as a sort of reinforcement to the shack during the heavier storms as well."
 
Cordellia started to slowly eat her fish once more, finishing one and starting on the other as she tried to think of a name that she could call him. “Would Jonathan be an alright name?” She asked as she nibbled on her second fish, she hoped it would be suitable. “And you seem to know a lot about surviving, at least more then I do. You can catch food, make a fire, and you have already built yourself a shelter. I doubt I could have done that. Though I would be honored if you taught me how to catch my own food, at least that way you wouldn't have to worry about me as much.” She paused for a few minutes, thinking of what else to say.

“We are a lot alike in some ways you know. I haven't had anyone to talk to ever since I was kidnapped...well that is not exactly true. There were other slaves on the ship, plus the slave traders. But we weren't allowed to talk to the others or the traders...if we did we were hit...” The girl involuntary flinched at the memory, as if she was reliving it, she quickly turned back to him, trying to push the memory aside. She finished the rest of her food and looked at the ground. “I guess we both are both lonely.” The slave said with a small chuckle. “Wait why do you want me to leave you? I mean I don't mind but I am curious...” She questioned, smiling weakly, she really didn't want to go back alone. It was starting to get dark and her fear only increased as the light diminished.
 
"Jonathan..." he thinks to himself as she said such a name. "I do believe it fits." He breaks into the crab shell and eats the small amount of its innards before tossing it into the fire. "Well, the shelter I've made is safer than the beach at night, since crabs cannot get inside of the shack as well as centipedes and vermin due to the slew of things that I have blocking entry just outside of the walls and door, which you probably have noticed to be made of a rather durable material as well. Also, unless you wish to be resting on a cold beach and catching a cold yourself, you should rest inside a warm and comfortable place instead." He somewhat scolds her, though smiles afterward. "There's some fruit inside as well, just in case you get hungry again before I return, unless you want me to stay with you for all of tonight, but it might get boring since I don't have much to do inside of the shack other than some partially broken games that I've found from wrecks."
 
“Oh...that is true. I never thought about it that way. Then again I have had no experience on living on an island before.” Cordellia said she started to stand up, wobbling unsteadily on her feet. She was still a bit weak, though she had regained some of her energy. She turned around to face him as soon as she was upright, and bowed down to him, unknowingly giving Jonathan a pleasant view down the pelts at the pale flesh of her round breasts. “Thank you so much for everything you have done for me, you have saved my life today when you didn't need too. And for that I am eternally in your debt. If there is anything you ever need of me do not hesitate to ask and I will do my very best to see that your needs are satisfied.” The girl didn't realize that what she said could be construed into something sexual.

Cordellia started to walk back to the hut, turning around one last time before she continued to make her was toward the shelter. She opened the door and stepped inside the hut, vanishing completely from his sight. The slave immediately headed toward the bed, she was feeling a bit exhausted, it seemed she had used up all of her energy just getting back here. She felt safe here, despite the fact that she was in a unknown island. At least there were no slave traders here, the had all died in the ship wreck. Or at least that is what she believed.
 
"Not a problem in the least, Cordellia," he says as he can't help but look down her pelt and breasts, standing up as he watches her leave and wondering what she meant by her words. Jonathan shrugs to himself before he heads to the ship again, scavenging its remains that he can carry before it gets too dark for him to see. Once it gets too dark for him to continue, he ventures back to the shore and picks up the bounties he has made from the wreckage. With plenty of warped iron, chains, tools, and a few more collars and the like he suddenly remembers that he never got her collar off of her neck. He heads back to the shack with his materials in hand, and organizes them outside of the walls for a little, putting the iron in a bag before bringing it inside.

Jonathan sets the bag of irons and chains down just inside of the door, closing it behind him and locking it with the simple mechanism of pulling a wooden plank over the holder so the wind won't pull the door open in the morning. With his body returning to his human form, he sighs to himself as he wonders if she would be able to comprehend his transformations in the least, though he sits next to her frame on the bed and runs his hand over her collar, noticing a small lock on it that seems to have been beaten and bruised, if possible for metal. His fingers form a small pincher as he breaks the top of the lock from the collar, reverting them back to normal to not scare her as he remove her collar from her neck, lifting her head up and applying a wrapping of cotton wool around her neck as well as some of the fruit balm that he put onto her wrists.

Once finished, Jonathan sighs as he pets her hair from her face, pulling a blanket down from the shelf before laying under it with the Cordellia behind him and closer to the wall. As he rests he thinks of what she talked to him about before, though not fully sleeping as he isn't use to the warm body sharing his bed, let alone wondering if allowing her such security when he barely knows the person would be such a good idea.
 
Cordellia smiled in her sleep as the painful metal collar was removed from her slender neck, her neck was chaffed like her wrists from where the metal had rubbed against her pale skin. In her sleep she felt something sticky and soft wrapped around her neck, she didn't know what it was but it helped the pain in her neck go away so she was grateful for it.

The slave felt someone or something lie down next to her, for some reason it made her feel safe, almost as if she was protected. That feeling didn't last long. As she fell into a deeper sleep her dreams became more twisted and macabre, until it was no longer a dream but a nightmare.

She was back on the ship, but something was wrong. There was blood everywhere. No matter where she looked there was blood, so much blood! And then she saw the body parts. They littered the ships floor, some were arms that had cuffs on them, similar cuffs like the ones that she had on before. Others did not. But what was worse were the heads. The heads were turned to her, as if staring at her with their dead unseeing eyes. Cordellia screamed in terror in her dream, as well as in her sleep, the sound piercing the silent night.
 
Jonathan had his usual dream that has been carved into his mind the entire time he spent on the island. His dream was him on the ship, before it suddenly jerks to the side and then watching as he flew to the island and lands in the sand, though just before impact he is awoken with a sudden scream in his ear. "Ergah!" he utters out as he jumps from the sudden pierce in his ears, the girl next to him having cried out in her sleep as he was resting. With a tilt of his head he pulls her body up against his as he sits up, petting her hair as if she was his child due to his instincts of wanting to help taking over. "It'll be alright," he whispers to her ear, gently holding and petting her head as he looks to the window to see that it's still dark outside. With his gaze returning to her, he resumes petting her head until she calms down or wakes up, his imagination wondering what the nightmare must be about and also wondering if maybe it's something she's had before but cannot yet deal with. "It'll be alright... Jonathan is here..." he whispers again, thinking that it might help yet doubting such as well.
 
Cordellia forest green eyes shot open as she finally awoke from her nightmare. For a second though she thought that she was still on the ship, she let out another scream of fear before her eyes fully adjusted to the darkness and she realized that she was in the hut. and that someone was holding her and petting her hair, she slowly looked up and recognized that the person that was holding her was the man that she had named Jonathan. She felt her face grow warm as she looked up as she started to blush in embarrassment for her behavior, she must have woken him up in the middle of the night while he was sleeping. “I-I am so sorry, Jonathan. I-I didn't mean to wake you up...I guess I must have made some noise while I was having that dreadful nightmare...please forgive me and I am sorry if I have worried you. But thank you for trying to comfort me.” The former slave said turning her head away from him. That was odd, she didn't feel the chaffing of her collar that was around her neck. Cordellia lifted up a hand and slowly touched her neck, gasping when she didn't feel the metal that usually encircled her neck. “Wwhat happened to my collar?”
 
Jonathan let her go in his arms to the extent that she wished, and nodded in his fatigue. "You did more than just make a little noise," he says and smiles in the darkness. "You probably would have woken up anyone else on the island with your scream." He holds up her collar from the floor. "I took it off of you when I remembered that I didn't take it off of your neck when I was getting rid of the rest of your bindings. It still works as a collar, but there's no longer a lock to force you to wear it," he says and turns her head to face his, the moonlight through the window reflecting off of their faces. "If there's something bothering you, you might as well tell me what it is," he says and then remembers what she said before. "It'd be a small step to be even with each other."
 
Cordellia blushed when he said that she would have woken anyone that lived on the island. She didn't know that she had actually screamed in her sleep, but then again it was such a terrifying dream. She quickly tried to push the dream to the back of her mind when he picked up the collar off the floor. “I doubt I would even consider wearing that thing again, it was just another reminder that I was nothing more then a slave and I would never be anything else.” The girl said sadly, she seemed to truly believe that she would be nothing more than that. The slave traders must have between that into her head for her to believe it so firmly. As she felt his hand gently turn her head to face him until she was looking at his face, she couldn't help but think how kind and handsome this man was. “Nnothing is really bothering me...I-I just had a nightmare...though if you want me to tell you about it I will.”
 
"If you don't want to talk about it, I'll understand," Jonathan says and can't help but lean his face in closer to hers and kisses her cheek. "You should get some more rest, unless you're not in the mood for sleeping." He suggests, rubbing her arm gently as he wants to make sure that she's alright with what happened. "If you'd like, I can stay up with you..." Jonathan offers, wondering if he's putting too much of his life to this woman as he wishes the best of her but doesn't want to have his own life too much out of kilter from it's usual isolation.
 
“I-I don't want to burden you with my silly little nightmare...” Cordellia said, her eyes widening in surprise when she felt his soft gentle lips press against her sunken in cheek. “I-I think I will stay up for a bit longer before I go back to bed...I am a bit afraid that if I go to bed right now I may end up having the dream again....” Her face turning crimson as he rubs her arms. Why did he care about her so much? After all he had only just met her and he was already treating her with so much more kindness than anyone had in a while. “Yyou don't need to stay up with me...tthough I do have one question for you...ddid you find any bodies around the ship?”
 
Jonathan couldn't help but smile as she appeared to be cuter in the dark, which hid most of her frail features and seemed to give her form the appearance of having more flesh on her body. He also couldn't help his smile as it rests softly on his lips, hearing her worry about him though he feels rather rested at the moment, unlike others where he'd awaken in the night and feel dead tired. Could be from the warm body in his arms. His brow perks as he looks into her eyes, her question rolling from her lips. "None at all. The ship looked like it had been tossed around so much on the reef and in the storm that anyone who wasn't in a sturdy enough holding would have been swept to sea. If anything, the only traces of other people on the ship would have been the chains, cages, and a few ship logs saying that they were heading towards Delnyre... wherever that is..." he says as he thinks to himself about the name. "It sounds familiar, but I can't grasp much of anything about it."
 
“Sso they could still be alive? The slave traders could be out there, mmaybe on another island? Oh god...I-I hope that they all died...” Cordellia said shuddering in fear. She didn't want those evil people to find her again, she didn't want to to be kidnapped again and forced into slavery again. But also she didn't want them to find her with Jonathan and beat, or even worse kill, him just because he was with her. She knew that they would too, without even blinking. She shook her head, her red hair whipping around her face from the movement, as she tried to push that thought out of her mind. She tried to focus on something else, like the ships logs. What had he said about them? That the logs indicated that the ship was going to some city? Delnyre was it? Suddenly her green eyes widened and she looked up at him. “Ddid you say that the ship was headed to Delnyre?” Her voice shook with fear as she said the name. “Oh good...I-I am glad that the ship crashed before we got there....Delnyre is a city nestled in one of the most crime infected countries. Awful people live there, the worst of the worst...wwho knows what kind of person would have bought me there.” Cordellia trembled in fear at the thought and burrowed closer into him.
 
Jonathan just waited patiently for her to calm down, letting her nestle into his body as he comforted her through her distress. "It's highly unlikely that enough survived to do much other than attempt to overrun an island," he says, petting her hair some more. "There are hundreds of sharks in the reefs in the year, and thrice as many during the season we're currently residing in. If anyone did survive they're probably helping the pups under the water more than anything else." He perks slightly from the mention of Delnyre being a crime city. "Oh? I still wonder why I thought that it was important then. Maybe I was suppose to meet someone there," he says and pets her hair from her face, looking into her eyes. "You don't need to worry about such anymore, Cordellia. You've got me and this island to look after you." He cannot help but feel warmer as he gazes gently into her eyes, his face so close to hers, before he gently kisses her lips. After a moment of the soft kiss he blushes as he pulls his face from hers, turning it away. "I-I shouldn't have done that..." he says, mentally guilting himself as he knew that she would have been used for sex.
 
Cordellia felt her body relax as Jonathan petted her red hair, smiling happily. He was so kind to her, it was almost a new feeling for her, and she liked it. She was still about worried about the slave traders, if any had survived that is, especially if they tried to over run this island. “What if they came here? We should probably make weapons or something just in case they were not helping feed the baby sharks...Though I hope they are, and I don't care if that makes me sound like a bad person.” The former slave stated, though if she would even be able to wield a weapon was unknown. When he started talking about Delnyre she felt herself shudder a little bit, she was about to ask him if he remembered who he thought he was supposed to meet. But the slave stopped and quickly calmed down when Jonathan pushed the hair out of her pretty, if not sunken, face, and reassured her, looking into his eye; their faces so close to each other.. “Thank you Jon--” Her thanks was cut off when she suddenly felt the mans soft lips gently pressed against hers. Cordellia's green eyes widened at the feeling, no man had ever kissed her before, and certainly never as gently and tenderly like that, and though the kiss had only lasted for a short moment in reality, to her it felt like it lasted for hours. After Jonathan pulled away from her, ending the kiss, she hesitantly raised her hand up to her soft lips her face turning crimson. That had been her first kiss. The slave looked at Jonathan as he apologized to her, reaching out with her other hand and gently turning his face back toward hers. “Iit is ok Jonthan...yyou didn't do it with any malice or ill will. I-I could tell from the feeling...pplus you could have done a lot worse to me. After all I wouldn't be able to do anything but struggle weakly.”
 
Jonathan couldn't help but smile gently as he leaned forward to kiss her on the lips again, the warmth of her body causing him to want her against him, such a feeling reminiscent yet lost to the past as he gently pulls her to the bed. His hands run along her body as he feels the pelt under his hands, soon running his fingers under the pelt and massaging the flesh under his palms. "Cordellia... would you mind?" he asks her, his lips pressing to hers as he pulls her body against his form. His loincloth pushing against her groin as his member pushes into the pelt covering her waist.
 
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