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Kim watched as Alejondro took the coconut and drank from it and then the young play girl bringing a case out of the surf. It seemed to have an unusual design on it. Before long the man pulled out a cloth pouch with a word embroidered into it. She watched as he handed Asta a blade from inside of it. By the looks of it he was a chef. Kim trailed of into the thought about what he may be able to cook before hearing her name. She looked over to Asta as she said Kim-Lys name with a soft smile. She watched as she attempted to introduce them to the other two.


Before long Kim-Ly perked up at the sound of a whistle. Something all to common to her ears. Normally it meant that it was quitting time on the farm, but she felt it was safe to say that wasn't the case here. She looked around to identify where it was coming from when she noticed the figure of in the distance. She stood up and began heading back towards the tail of the plane to meet the guy. She gripped her scrap machete in her hand as she waved with her free one.
 
Alejandro's heartfelt tears vanished, the intimate moment brightening with the melody of laugh as he enjoyed Asta's introduction of herself and the others. Once again he tried to not focus too much on the physical affection and gestures Asta seemed to use, setting his mind instead on meeting her clear eyes. "Asta" he voiced, a beautiful sounding name with an interesting Spanish meaning that funnily enough reflected part of how strong and fierce the girl could be. "Kim-Ly" he repeated, unsure of the precise origin of the active woman, her form making him sloppy and sedentary. He looked to the curvy one, wondering what would be the name of the Italian woman that woke him up. "Giulia" he said, it wasn't easy to pronounce but he could work with it.

It was Giulia who seemed to notice something, a high pitched sound that didn't belong in nature. In his exhausted state Alejandro couldn't be sure if he had indeed hear it or was just his headache playing games, so he waited in silence. He couldn't see the origin of it from where he was sitting on the sand, feeling a bit bad for not being able to do his part. If it wasn't for these women, he would probably be already dead or dying on the sand, a thought that made him feel grateful instead of embarrassed, and eager to do his part as soon as he was able. Seeing Kim-Ly wave, it seemed that the bunch had another survivor, and Alejandro wondered what kind of person could he be.
 
Giulia notice that the asian woman stood up and immediately strode away; She immediately followed her, but had to adjust her glasses in order to see someone waving near the relict of the aircraft. Running to join Kim-ly and eventually help her, she noticed that the sun was no longer burning as brazen needles on her skin, yet, the warmth was somewhat startling. Running, she felt her heavy breasts jumping in their restraining blueish tank top forcing Giulia to hold her tank top that, to her suspect, got tighted due to the saltwater-sun treatment; despite the short run, she was not used to jog nor run and, panting, adjusted her top.

Walking at the side of the asian woman, she approached to a few meters of the new one; From distance, she thought he was a black man but shortening distances and squinting her brown eyes, she noticed that the man's body was almost entirely covered in tatoos. She also noticed that the man sported fit muscles and had a really handsome face with inquisitorily mysterious eyes <<...ammazza oh...>> was the only thing that she managed to say with almost dropped jaw.

Shaking her head from the image of the hunk that appeared in front of her eyes, she dropped her eyes and looked the asian woman. <<Uh...stai bene?>> asked her passing her hands a few inches from her own body, mimicking broken bones or mimicking pain, finishing with a thumb up. Eventually he could understand the question...
 
And everyone was rushing off again. It was normal she supposed, whatever normal meant when you'd survived dropping from the sky in a plane and falling into the ocean only to wash up on an island. It still worried Asta a little bit, like everyone was reacting and being excited and running around all over the place. There didn't seem to be any sort of direction to all of their activities. Maybe it was shock, or maybe some sort of weird way people acted after a big tragedy, like when the reindeer had suddenly turned and stampeded back through the drivers, killing several of them and for a while no one knew what to do until the headman sorted everyone out with his presence and sharp commands. They needed someone to do that, and Asta wasn't sure it was going to be Kim-Ly.

She really didn't like how they just abandoned Alejandro. Not a bit.

Kneeling on the sand beside him, Asta pulled his suitcase closer and added several more that he could reach without stirring much. Pointing to his open one, and then the roll of knives, she motioned opening the others and taking things out to set in imaginary piles. Asta did it several times and then put her hand on his shoulder and motioned towards the ocean and then herself, then one of the still wet suitcases. Nodding, trying to make certain he understood she was going to be right there, she stood up.

"Alejandro," she said then cupped her hand over her mouth, faced the ocean, and screamed out her own name, shrill and sharp. "Asta!!!!" Spinning around, as if surprised, she mimed running in place and then knelt beside him again and put her hand on his shoulder and then got back up again. Asta shed her shirt like a whisper and handed it to him, then went back towards the never ceasing surf to begin to recover more of the suitcases. This time her work was more certain, less fast paced, and seemed calculated to keep going until she could not see any more or until the job was done.

Already her pale skin was turning pink but she seemed unaware of it as the small pile of suitcases began to grow larger.
 
Giulia heard the sound of splashes not far from there, turning her head, she saw the pale girl moving again into the shallow waters and retrieve, one by one, all the briefcases and trolleys. She slapped hear head "Come ho potuto essere così stupida!?" thought her, cursing herself for being such stupid in front of this whole situation. Touching the shoulder of the asian woman with her right hand, she nodded at her and invited her to handle the newcomer, then, pointing her chest with her thumb and then, with her index, the foamy waters where the pale head of the nordic girl emerged now and then.

And so she left the asian with the new one, with safe pace she walked over the warm sand, approaching the harder wet sand where wave after wave thrashed, rolled and returned into the water. She rolled her tracksuit pants more, roll after roll, she created a thickly-folded up set of shorts, walking into the water, still warm as a soup, she folded up her tank top too, folding the rolled-up cloth inwardly and pushing it over her breasts, now creating a sort of thick bikini. Her soft belly shone similarily to the pale white of the nordic, just a few shades less snowy. Still, she had to help the nordic one, following the splashes and the sound of swimming and constantly wiping her glasses from sprayed saltwater, until she was so near the girl that Giulia managed to see her bare back again. The curvy girl gulped, not denying the strange feeling of a girl so self aware of her body to actually not caring in the slightest to show her body to others... others unknown peoples that barely knew her name, and even saw her whole body without filters nor cover before actually knowing her name. Giulia waved at her, making herself noticed, even if she knew no one else had her sight problems.

Once she was near, she stopped the energic girl and nodded, almost as to say she was sorry for not being there to help earlier, then she motioned with both her hands as to grab something and carry it on the beach, thinking that since they all are well and in health, the best thing they could do is to grab whatever they can before waves steals all their possibilities of survival and throw them in the open ocean "Perfino in Cast Away..." she reminded the usefulness of opened baggages into the survival of Tom Hanks. Her mind wondered what they will find aside from clothes... not that they might need many of them to cover, eventually someone else was a cooker and carried other utensils...

Puffing and panting, Giulia kept imitating the Nordic girl, grabbing a briefcase or whatever floated, battle against the tide, and put it over the hot sand of the beach, then return into the water and repeat. At the third baggage, she felt the first serious hint of fatigue and warmth, knowing not to underestimate the damages direct heat can do to people, she closed her nose and eyes and knelt into the water, feeling freshness floating over her head and scalp despite the clear warmth of the sea water. Emerging, she gasped and blowed aire from her mouth, surely trying to avoid the saltyness of that water to fall in her mouth and pressed her eyes in order to wipe burning water from her already delicate eyes. All in all, she felt refreshed and decided to go for one last bag.

Once on the beach, she was panting heavily, feeling her legs and arms weak and aching with efforts, still with her clothes rolled up in an improvised thick bikini, she sat on the sand, trying to recover her energies, feeling the water mixing with her sweat to roll over her pink-ening skin, admiring, once again, the boldness of the nordic girl, so sure in her movements, so sure of her body.
 
Aerin watched as the taller of the two figures wave to him. As he drew closer he could see that both were women, one tall and thin, the other shorter and curvaceous. Slowing his run to a jog he watched the two signaling to one another, still to far to make out most of the gestures he had a spark of hope. Maybe one of them could understand him. As slim as it was he wanted desperately to hold on to that hope. When the curvy woman turned away and walked off he was slightly confused, but then he figured there was others she that she was going to talk to, or possibly they had water and she was getting him some. No longer worrying about the why he closed the distance to a handful of yards between them.

Studying the thin girl he saw she was of Asian descent or some sort, and rather tall for a woman. He still stood easily a half foot taller than her, but she also had a torn piece of wreckage in her hand that looked like it could do some harm if she was so inclined. Wary, unsure of her state of mind after surviving a plane crash he slowed to a walk and raised his hand to wave. Stopping several feet from her he made several gestures at her with his hands, and waited for a response, but could already tell by the look in her eyes that she was not one that understood sign language. Shaking his head he raised both hands to her palms facing her, a clear gesture of non-hostility. His deep blue eyes ran over her body once more reading her body language like a book. She seemed to be friendly enough. Offering her a smile he lowered his hands and slowly walked to her closing the distance. When she was in arms length he extended a hand to her in friendship and with his bright blue eyes locked onto her dark brown ones and a warm smile one his lips.
 
With Giulia and Kim-Ly going to check on the newcomer, Alejandro and Asta were left alone, and while the physically and emotionally exhausted man was resting there, it seemed that Asta was deep in thought, as she was remembering or worried about something, disgusted even. Whatever that was it didn't last, as she knelt close to him, pulling his suitcase and others within reach closer. Alejandro thought about how cute she was when smiling, but how her true industrious self shone through while busy. Aware of how inappropriate the path of his line of thought could become, Alejandro regretfully abandoned it, as Asta started to make gestures. "Quieres que abra las maletas y apile los contenidos dependiendo de lo que haya" he talked slowly, repeating her gestures. "Y mientras tanto vas a ir al océano a por más maletas" he continued, as she pointed to the wet suitcase and the ocean. "Lo entiendo" he nodded, putting his hand over the one she had on his shoulder, reassuring her and hoping his guess about what Asta wanted to convey was right. Seeing her concerned about him was endearing, but also he regretted not being better so that girl didn't have to worry so much.

Alejandro looked at her baffled, seeing Asta voice his name, then shout hers, spinning around and running in place. There he was completely lost, but maybe he could have understood her if he was brighter and not as mesmerized by that snowflake dancing in front of him. Alejandro held her hand as she reached for his shoulder once more, but his nodding was slower, full of doubt. What did she mean with that act? He didn't know nor had he time to think about it, as Asta removed her shirt again, leaning in to hand it to him, returning to the water once more. How many seconds was he looking at her backside without moving an inch was anyone's guess, only managing to react when she started recovering luggage once again. Carefully folding her shirt, Alejandro left it in his suitcase away from the sand, her body warmth still soaking the fabric.

He started what he thought it was Asta's bidding, opening suitcases left and right, classifying the contents by type and piling them on the suitcases themselves. It was, obviously, mostly clothing, so he separated it more by size than gender, as it didn't matter much how it looked as long as it was fitting. There were several toilet kits as well, so he thought that the toothbrushes would get used, and not so sure about the rest. He certainly felt ill equipped for survival, accustomed to the most comfortable of lives. The unpacking was going smoothly, even if he couldn't help but get distracted by Asta splashing around, luckily far enough as to be blurry. Gorgeous Giulia had joined them, so different one from the other and yet both of them terribly enticing on the waves. No, it was wrong, they had just crashed, maybe it was the shock that made him think of that, wanting to seek relief. It was true that sharing that moment with Asta had helped him, making so he couldn't help but stare. She was starting to get redder and redder, and it wasn't just for the exercise. Alejandro set apart a bottle of sunscreen, and would make sure Asta got a layer of it on her as soon as she stopped going into the water over and over again.
 
Kim-Ly watched as the figure approached. She watched as he made some motions with his hands but had no clue what any of it meant. Before long the almost nude male put his hands up as if he was being held up by a mugger. This lead to her realizing he was being cautious due to her holding a sharp piece of metal in her hands. Her brown eyes scanned over the masculine figure checking out his tattoos. His muscle build certainly made the other man in the group look like a joke. As she moved over the tattoos she noticed that he had survival bracelets on his wtists, something that was common on tourists to her homeland and also told her that he was an adventurous type who would probably know what he was doing.

" Bạn đang bị tổn thương? Bạn có muốn nước dừa không? " She said unaware if the man could understand her. To ensure he got her message she balled up her fist and extended her pinky and thumb tilting it to her mouth. Her thumb rested on her lips and she rotated her hand as if tilting a cup up. She hoped he would catch the meaning of what she was saying. She waited for a response but then felt her stomach rumble. She need a source of food soon and if she was getting hungry the others probably were to. She motioned for him to follow her as she began walking back to the others.
 
Giulia sat on the warm sand, feeling her skin warm and sweaty mixing with the ocean's waters, "BOIA quanto odio il sale" thought her while feeling the salt tingling here and there as it dried on her pale skin, with her leg muscles aching and pulsating with the effort they endured and the shoulders feeling the baggage she dragged and moved into the water, she also felt the beginning of sunburnt, as her skin started to appear rosy and almost irritatedly red; Passing an hand on the back of her neck and shoulders, she felt her skin hot and less sensible, yet, a light burning sensation radiated at her touch "...cazzo..." . Still, turning her head, she saw that Alejandro started opening the various baggages. With a groan, she stood up and saw the nordic one still almost tiredlessly moving from wave to wave.

Approaching the spanish man, Giulia noticed his work, as he separated things in more organized piles, as she noticed several plastic bags containing international security-sized bottles of shampoos and other cleaning agents and what seemed basic medicines. Since their destination, many had stuffed their bags with many items for their foreseen vacation, with many light-cloths and... she squatted nearby a pile of bottles and, taking one she recognized being a known sunscreen creams brand, opened the lid and smelled its scent, reminding her of the times she used that brand's cream... eyeing Alejandro, she motioned him to the bottle and looked him as to ask permission, but soon she was reminded of the burning sensation that started to be more and more protagonist all over her skin, the fact that the cream will also temporarily wash away the salt and remove its tingling, she just stood up and opened the lid.

She poured a nail of cream on her palm and immediately passed that substance on her shoulders and back of the neck, delicately massaging the white and lightly sticky fluid with slow circles, raising her long, dark hairs with the other hand as she proceeded to smear the content of the bottle on her arms and legs, immediately feeling the cream to soothe her burning sensation and clean away the salt that lingered on her delicate skin. She applied few drops per time, knowing that it might become a rare commodity, sooner or later, andfinally, she allowed a few last drops into both of her hands. She knew her chest was indeed in need of that cream too, and due to her movements and the opening of the tank top made alot of sunlight to hit her delicate bosom, after having warmed the cream in her hands with a bit of friction, applied it with a sigh of relief, massagins her skin with slow and delicate movements of her hands, trying not to waste any on the thick and still drenched tissue of the rolled-up tank top she wore.

As soon as she finished protecting her body, she felt the tingling sensation to fade away, as if carried away by the late afternoon's seabreeze. But, as she was beginning to suffer from that pain that are sunburn, she saw the nordic and way paler girl still in the waves. "...boia! Si brucerà!" thought her while quickly moving in front of the sea <<ASTA! ASTA! >> said her waving at the nordic girl with the orange bottle in her hands << TORNA INDIETRO O TI BRUCERAI! >> in her mind, images of Asta's milk and gold body appeared with horrible burnt and bruises, gulping and hoping that the girl in the sea will hear her and use that cream... nobody wanted someone to burn like this on the first day... especially since nobody objected about her nudity and allowed her to...
 
Aerin watched closely as the woman spoke, but the way her lips moved gave him no sign of understandable words. Was she speaking in a different language? It had to be, there was no way the words she was speaking were English, he'd been reading lips since before kindergarten and with the clear view of her face there was no mistaking it. She was not speaking in a language he knew. Having one of his methods of understanding removed he felt a little disconcerted. Life was difficult already not being able to hear or speak, but to also have the ability to understand what others were saying put him another level removed from communication.

Watching her mime drinking Aerin nodded and mimicked her then rubbed his throat and opened his mouth panting exaggeratedly in hopes she would understand that he was in fact thirsty and they had found a source of water. Following her as she turned from him and motioned for him to do so he kept a few paces back from her still wary of the new person. When they got back to the others he saw the curvy woman he spotted before rubbing lotion on her skin. They had found sunscreen, a necessity in this environment. Looking from he to the man sitting among a stack of suitcases sorting out the contents. He watched them both as they did their tasks and wondered if either spoke English. He had never really had much in the way of hope that anyone on the plane other than his friends knew ASL like himself.

He raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the curvy one when she suddenly turned and moved towards the water again. Following her with his eyes he looked out into the water and saw the pale, naked body of the fourth person. She was small and pale, but handled the soaked luggage with relative ease. Even from this distance he could see that her fair skin was taking a beating from the sun. He winced inwardly at the thought of the sunburn she would have from being out in the water unprotected, with the rays hitting her from above and reflecting of the water to hit her again from below.
 
Alejandro was thinking of a way to offer himself to help with the cream as Giulia came close, applying it herself. Her outfit seemed to grow shorter and shorter with time, as she folded it over and over to be comfortable in the sea, but the sight of more of her bountiful physique only added more heat to Alejandro's already sunstroked head. He tried his best not to ogle, but she was right there and now Alejandro didn't have to imagine how her soft flesh gave in to pressure, as he could just see it as she massaged herself. Focusing back on the suitcases to avoid getting caught looking, if he hadn't been already, he kept at his task. He wanted to get Asta there and make sure she wouldn't get burn, but there was no way he could reach the water and she wouldn't hear him from there. Judging by the shouts of her powerful voice, it seemed that Giulia was on the case, so he turned his attention to Kim-Ly, as she approached with the newcomer.

The rest had been doing wonders, so he tried to get up, and even if slow and unstable, he could at least stand still. He felt weak and useless, and seeing the almost naked, muscled, tattooed and bearded man didn't make Alejandro feel any better. Alejandro was still covering himself with those bland clothes, he wasn't exactly fat but his body was soft and pale, his stubble a mockery to how manly a beard could look like. "Hola?" he greeted, insecurity showing on his tone. "Alejandro" he pointed to himself, "Kim-Ly" added, pointing at the one escorting him. "Giulia" he continued the clumsy introductions while gesturing at the curvy woman. "Asta" he pointed at the far out figure on the sea. Alejandro awaited for him to talk, wondering if he spoke any of their languages and what was his name. He noticed that the man seemed to be intently looking at his face, but he didn't know the reason for it.
 
Unaware she was squinting all the time to both avoid salt spray and to cut the dazzling sunlight reflecting off the waves, Asta continued to scan the waves for suitcases. They were getting further and further apart and harder to find as they either sank or floated just below the surface, too logy to rise above the waves. Fortunately the bottom where she was working was largely an aquatic desert, just pure clean sand and only minimal growth. If it had been a richer ecosystem she'd have likely shredded her feet on corals or, worse, the spines of urchins as she was utterly unaware of the potential dangers of the ocean bottom. Once a bit of spiky slimy seaweed wrapped around her ankle, eliciting a scream that was lost in the roaring surf and accompanied by a frantic bit of dancing until she unwrapped it and discovered it was just a plant. Still she flung it far out so it wouldn't come back and bother her again.

Where were the bodies?

Like many mindless tasks, Asta devoted only a small portion of her brain to gathering the suitcases and it left a lot of her thoughts to go in other directions. They were present, blown or sucked out of the plane, but where were the bodies? Were the still strapped in the plane like she had been and dragged to the bottom of the ocean when it crashed and sank? Or had they died on impact, maybe thrown out of the plane, and sank? Asta knew that sometimes dead animals floated and sometimes they sank in the boggy thaw lakes, and sometimes they sank then ballooned up with the gases of decay and then floated. So far though she hadn't seen a single trace of a body, just suitcases and the occasional floating seat bottom cushion which she also flung towards the shore. Maybe they could make Alejandro a little bed out of them to rest on until he was better?

She also thought about how she felt, and how she should feel. No one she knew had been on the plane so it wasn't as if she'd lost family or friends and even though she felt bad for the people who had died it wasn't quite real to her emotions yet. She was lost, not where she was supposed to be, and that was much more worrying. Looking back towards the shore Asta knew exactly where she was in relation to it, and where she'd been. Even if she went into the trees she was confident she would know where she was. But looking the other way, out across the flat crazy endless ocean, she worried. How did you know where you were on that? And how did other people know? Your feet couldn't remind your soul where it belonged and take you back there.

And the others, did any of them lose a friend or a family member? That would be very sad making. Worse, what if one of them died after surviving, like Alejandro? He was so gentle, so thoughtful and generous that the thought of him dying did make the young girl sad. Asta hoped and conveyed that hope in a prayer to the wind and to the sand that he would be okay and was just a little banged up.

She was reaching for a purple backpack with a soaked, once fluffy plush bear attached to it by a plastic clasp, when Giulia's shrill cry pierced the rushing wind and pounding waves. Shading her eyes with her hand, Asta peered and saw the pretty woman waving at her, no waving something at her and motioning like Asta needed to come over. Left hand raised in a wave to acknowledge Giulia, Asta's right hand grabbed the straps of the backpack and pulled it across the top of the water as she walked, letting the ocean bear the weight for as long as possible.

There was a new person, she saw, as she neared the foam flecked crescent where the water kissed the sand and then sank into it like lover. Squinting harder, she tried to make him out but her sun dazzled eyes left flashes that Asta realized were no longer coming from reflections but from her overworked eyes. It was exactly like being out on the snow on a sunny day for too long, snow blindness, and Asta knew a headache might follow if she wasn't careful. She also knew that she'd have a hard time seeing for an hour or so now that her eyes and brain realized they were out of sync.

"Giulia?" she asked loudly, purple backpack sliding across the sand now, still held by Asta's hands.
 
As her voice traveled over the waves of the shoreline, Giulia waited for an answer of sort from Asta and, finally, she saw a pale arm raising from the waters. With a silent sigh of relief, and then she saw the pale shines of the nordic's body weightly walking toward her. Her big brown eyes kept looking at her, she did not know what was it all about, but she couldn't move her gaze away; was about her pale skin? Was it about her strenght that seemed hidden beneath a layer of adorable and innocent features? Even as Asta exited from the waters, with her body dripping with water, Giulia noticed the confidence that girl inspired and radiated, a sense of courage and duty that touched even Giulia's heart, feeling somewhat safer and willing to survive that hell in which they all fell in prisony. "...ma quanti anni ha?" thought her as Asta approached over the warm sands in all of her nude and pure beauty, with her hairs and muff shining in golden shines under the sun.

Gulping, Giulia handed the orange bottle she had in her hand, offering it to Asta. <<...mh... sole... ahia...>> a finger indicated the sun and her own reddened skin, mimicking a massage on her arm with the cream, then, to enphatize the point, she took the bottle and, still closed, mimicked a squeeze and a massage on Asta's arm, looking in the clear eyes of Asta, where her blue battled with the reddening caused by the salt water and the sun that shone over the water, Giulia smiled encouragingly, trying to be friendly, trying to be helpful and, most importantly, trying to show gratitude for the girl's efforts, and if the whole surviving group managed to retrieve all of the items that Alejandro was now tidily piling over the sand, it was all due to Asta's strenght. <<...grazie>> said Giulia unhanding the bottle to Asta.

Turning her head for a moment, she noticed that the group was now reunited and, aside the weakness in Alejandro's legs, everybody else seemed to fare well; still, returning her gaze to Asta, her eyes looked beyond the reddening nordic's skin in front of her, but her gaze lost itself at the horizon. She felt her head spin and felt a bit nauseous at the memory of the accident sparkled again in front of her eyes. She kept her eyes fixed at the deep blue line that separated the seas from the skies, wondering how it all happened... how did they managed to survive... where were they? ... all was lost... or was it all lost?
 
Kim-Ly watched as everyone did their own thing. She knew that Asta and Alejondro would need food soon. She noticed a small branch that had fallen from a tree. The branch, more like a sturdy stick, was about five foot long and relatively straight. Kim took the stick and settled down under a tree. With the stick in one hand and machete in other, she began to sharpen the tip into a fine point. She held the stick firmly in her hand as she pushed the rough blade into the wood at a slight angle. With a sturdy push, she chopped a piece of wood off. The thin, almost paper like piece of wood fell to the ground between her knees. Kim quickly put all of her focus into her task and began moving at a much faster pace. Soon there was a small pile of thin wood beneath her and a pointy peice of wood in her hand. She gathered the wood chips knowing that they would be good for starting a fire. She looked around to see what everyone was doing so she could have someone get a fire started while she went and attempted to spear a fish.
 
Aerin watched Alejandro's face with his intense blue eyes, trying desperately to make out any of the words he was speaking. He could tell again that the man spoke a language that was not English, but from his actions he assumed he was giving the names of the other survivors. A look of serious thought came over his face and he drew in a deep breath, his tattooed chest rising and swelling with the deep intake of air before slowly deflating as he let it out. Looking around at everyone scattered about doing their own things he lifted his hands from his sides and brought them together several times in a series of loud claps until he was certain everyone was looking his way. Motioning them all to come together, he only wanted to have to explain this once to everyone, after years of having to do it so many times it had become an annoyance to him.

Waiting patiently for everyone to gather in closer he looked each of them pointedly in the face, meeting each of their gazes with his own. He almost started to 'speak' using sign language but realize that was probably as useless here as it was with many of the other speaking peoples of the world. Opting to use simplified gestures Aerin tapped his chest with the tips of his fingers, then pointed to his face and mimed speaking, opening and closing his mouth several times, the shook his head in the negative while pursing his lips tight. Again he tapped his chest, shook his head and pointed to his ears. Looking around he hoped they understood his meaning. Dropping his head back he let out a sigh and shook his head, his long blond hair dancing about his head. There was another way to tell them, and he was mentally kicking himself for not thinking about it sooner. Most cultures had some semblance of the see no, speak no, hear no evil gestures. This time he brought his hands to cover his mouth and made a few muffled sounds followed by covering both his ears and looking around tilting his head like he was trying to listen but couldn't hear.

Lowering his hands he gave them an apologetic smile and a shrug, once again giving each of them a pointed look to see if he could spot comprehension on their faces.
 
A shocked sound escaped Asta's lips when Giulia pointed out her sun-reddened skin and made Asta realize her own was going pink as well. Now that she was aware of the damage it began to hurt just like her dazzled eyes turned traitor and refused to really cooperate. The bottle was some sort of medicine, Asta decided, and she took it from Giulia but uncertainly, not quite sure what all to do with it. Did Giulia want her to put it on her own skin, or help Giulia apply it to herself, maybe where the pretty woman couldn't reach? Mouth twitched to one side, she held the bottle with one hand and reached out to take Giulia's hand with the other, linking their fingers together and walking together with her, half-guiding and half being guided, until they were out of the merciless hammering of the sun and under the protection of the shade from the trees. The difference in how it felt on her skin was immediate and Asta realized just how much of a danger the sun in this place was.

It was the first time ever she'd thought of the sun as an enemy, an evil thing, and not welcomed it with happy feelings. That was a betrayal of everything she knew and rocked her much like a Christian would be if Jesus had come down off the cross and started whipping people instead of promising them salvation and mercy. Her lips quivered and she clutched tighter at Giulia's fingers, almost painfully so, and would not let go for anything even when the painted man pulled them together to try and -

And what? She stared blankly at him, too lost in her feelings and the misery of her skin to understand what he meant or what he wanted. Was he some sort of shaman? Asta looked at Giulia and stood closer to her, bare skin against Giulia's for comfort.
 
Alejandro wanted to hold Asta, protect her from the sun and anything that could happen to them in that wild place, but not only he wasn't in a position to do so, she also was fine under Giulia's attention. If they weren't so close in apparent age and so different looking, Alejandro would say that the Italian woman looked almost motherly, lovingly tending to the younger girl. Even then, he wanted to see what was wrong with the newcomer, what was going on with his strange attitude.

His blue eyes darted from survivor to survivor, making sure he had their attention, something that he sure had, as Alejandro looked back at him trying to decipher what he meant. He mimicked a mouth then shook his head, sure, they didn't understand him, but that was hardly a surprise as things were going. And then he pointed to his ears, well, of course he didn't understand them, where was he going with it? Alejandro didn't quite get what he meant until he started with a different set of gestures with his hands.

"Ay la hostia" he groaned, nodding in understanding. The tattooed man was deaf, so his introduction had been useless. Of course, even if he knew their names he wouldn't be able to properly voice them, or so he thought, but still knowing them would put a name to the faces and make them bond easier. Taking a small stick that was around, Alejandro knelt on the sand, although a sting of pain made him sit down instead. Had he been reckless by standing up too soon? It didn't matter now, he wasn't going to do it again. Using the stick on the sand, he drew the names of the group, paired with arrows pointing at their current position. Maybe he had wrote some of them wrong, but they were free to correct his spelling.

With that out of the way, Alejandro leaned to his things, picking up Asta's shirt that he folded when she gave it to him and extended it towards its owner and Giulia, feeling odd at the thought of the tattooed man seeing her naked.
 
Trough her heavy glasses, Giulia saw the young girl's eyes roam over her own skin emitting a meep of surprise, seeing that beginning of sunburning over her previously milky and porcelainy skin. The italian girl gently shook the bottle she held in her hands, as to press the thought that that bottle would greatly help or, at least, avoid further pain or worsening. Still, her brown eyes widened in surprise as that tiny yet strong girl's fingers moved near hers, entwining and locking with them, as to not let her go; The curvy one awkwardly looked at their joined hands until she felt Asta moving her feets, slowly at first, as to communicate it to her, and then, they both walked, side by side, with their hands entangled in this wordless walk. Slowly, they walked until their skin felt the relative freshness of the palm's shadows, realizing how much it mattered to be careful in that place, so different from their own homes...

Giulia was speechless, she had not idea of what to say nor what to do... that girl seemed so young yet brave, and the thought that she could have been like a little sister for her made her think of the girl's parents... were they on the plane and died? Did she traveled on her own? What will she think now... on an island with strangers. Her brown eyes started to become watery as thoughts of her own family, home and life appeared in her mind, but as Asta's body touched her soft one, she felt their sun-reddened skins, her bare skin, still dripping with saltwater touching hers...

She moved her arms wide and hugged her. She had not a doubt about it and silently wrapped that girls tightly to her as tears started to flow freely over her cheecks. Giulia did not spoke a word, as she felt her warm tears run and run; probably an unwanted release of stress or a primal need to bond with other humans by sharing emotions? Nobody knows. She felt the tiny girl squirm in her suncream-smelling embrace, almost crushed against her bountyful chest <<...S-scusa...>> sniffed her wiping a tear away from her cheek carefully avoiding her glasses, trying to awkwardly smile at the girl in front of her, hoping Asta was not worried for that show of emotions.
 
Aerin looked about at everyone and sighed. He wasn't sure how well his message got across but they would all figure it out sooner or later. The other man seemed to have understood though and he read the words he etched in the sand following the lines. Names, they were the people's names. Smiling at Alejandro, Aerin knelt down and with his finger drew his name in the sand. AERIN with an arrow pointing himself. Glancing about he grabbed an empty suitcase and sat on it. Waving his hand over the piles of sorted items he smiled, nodded and gave Alejandro a thumbs up. Taking inventory of what they had and collecting supplies was an important task.

Lifting his arms he shook his hands to bring attention to them and the bracelets. Unclippling the one on his left wrist he began to unwind the braided Paracord. As he did so items began to fall out from the braid onto the sand. Stopping midway through he grabbed another empty suitcase and put the dropped pieces into it before continuing. Once done he did the same with the right bracelet. Laying out everything across the two halves of the suit case he smiled at the small bounty that laid before him. Two ten foot lengths of seven strand paracord that could be stripped to give them more if needed, two spools of fishing line thirty feet each, four fishing hooks, four weights for the fishing line, two brass safety pins, a magnetized needle, two fire steels(One on each male half of the buckle), two striker blades (ridged end for striking sparks, opposite end a single edged razor, only about an inch in total length), a wire saw, two twelve inch lengths of rubber surgical tubing, on the bottom of the female halves of the buckles a signalling mirror, and built in whistle, six ranger bands (high quality rubber bands), two straws, a liquid filled compass with a glow light inside the cap and a retro-reflector on the bottom, and four first aid tender packets.

Picking up a fire steel and striker he demonstraited how they worked for Alejandro before sitting them back in the suitcase. Aerin was pretty sure that all the other items were self explanatory possibly with the exception of the FAT packs, and maybe the wire saw. Looking up at the late afternoon sun he glanced around at the others and what they were doing. Spotting Giulia and Asta holding one another, the curvy one crying lightly. A slight frown moved over Aerin's face and he had to suppress the surge of emotions that threatened to put him in tears himself. He could cry later when they had a fire and food to eat.

Getting up from the suitcase he was sitting on Aerin looked around getting familiar with the surroundings. There were a few things that he needed to try and find or fashion before nightfall. Clapping his hand on Alejandro's shoulder he gave the man a nod and tilted his head to the tail of the plane. Tapping his chest he brought his hand to shield his eyes and moved his head side to side as though searching for something, then pointed to the wreckage. Leaving his clothing and boots with the rest of the gathered supplies he walked away silently from the group towards the tail.
 
Spared the need to try and figure out what the man meant any longer by Giulia's sudden hug, Asta nestled her head with the other woman's and forgot about everything for a moment while Giulia cried. Her arms were almost too tight but Asta didn't care and realized how much she herself needed the touch of another person. The catalyst of Giulia's tears summoned her own and with a sob Giulia felt and the others probably did not hear, Asta's eyes lot go. Hot and almost stinging, her pale eyes screwed shut and the tears leaked around them, dripping onto Giulia's skin and into her hair. Would she ever see her family again, or know the cold crisp kiss of snow in her face?

Giulia let go first and backed away, catching Asta by surprise. She stumbled, then moved in to embrace Giulia, trapping her glasses between their bodies; Giulia's almost bare and her folded and rolled clothing making it all the more tantalizing, Asta's naked in the very essence of the word and both of them hot on the other. Pulling at her, tugging her down, Asta sat on a convenient suitcase and made Giulia sit with her, still clinging. Asta's head rested on Giulia's shoulder and her arms were around the curvy girl's waist, holding tight, as she kept crying.

"Haluan mennä kotiin! Kaipaan perheeni ja haluan nähdä heidät uudelleen!" Asta lifted her head to look at Giulia, but of course she didn't understand a word the pale girl was saying to her. "Se on liian kuuma eikä poroja ole, ja kaikki on kauheaa!" Asta buried her head again and just shook, small body trembling as she finally let the emotion of the crash, of the knowledge that she was completely cut off from her family, from everything she knew, took over. "Auta minua. Auttaisitko minua. Vie minut kotiin!"

She wanted to go home, she needed to go home. She'd never been so far away from her family in her life, even when she went out onto the tundra alone with nothing more than what she wore and a small blanket roll to use if it got really cold while chasing down a stupid reindeer that didn't know how to stay with the herd. That wasn't the same thing because at any time she could just look inside her head and remember where she had been and follow her own mental footsteps back to her people. She didn't even know where she was, or her people, or even what direction they might be! Asta shook a final time then stopped, but still clung tightly to Giulia. She felt hot, so very hot in a way that went beyond the heat of the day, and her skin was flushed and feverish and she was so, so thirsty like there would never be enough water to drink ever again.
 
Human touch. Human emotions. Fate. All but those concepts were blurry and unfocused, hidden in a thick fog around her burning eyes and the voice of their companions were nothing but an unclear noise in the winds. All the shock, the fear, the uncertainess of the very fact if she... if THEY will survive the day... her family and all she had... all of these ideas screaming and yelling in her mind at the same time, digging their screams deep into her core. Still, while backing away, and lost into her own storm of emotions, the warm hands of the nordic girl that clinged at her own skin, dragging her into another deep and almost fierce hug. Giulia felt Asta's body to lightly shook with sobs, and then again the two girls were hugging and despite the lack of clothes on one and a considerably reduced and skimpified improvised bikini on the other, scene that would have been considerably alluring by common eyes, to the curvy girl it was but nothing but a pure and clean need of support, a shoulder to cry over and let go of your emotions.

Giulia remained silent and followed the other girl's tugging downward and, breaking her hug for an instant, she made sure to not fall over the other girl with her body, just to resume her hopefully comfortable hug. Asta's voice, broken and trembling, echoed in the italian ears with weight, sounding like a desperate plead for something. Speechless, she hugged her tightly, making sure the girl will feel her presence, she was not abandoned. She was not alone. <<Shhh... calma...>> whispered her while caressing Asta's hair, yet, her voice was trembling and with tears rolling over her cheecks <<...calmati... non ho capito una parola... che sia una... ma non ti preoccupare, adesso noi siamo qui, eh?>> Giulia then moved her arms and took Asta's face in her hands, trying to give an envcouraging smile at her, but as her brow eyes looked at her blue and reddened ones, she froze.

<<...hei... s-stai bene?>> said her, panic in her voice <<...Asta...s-sei calda!... e tremi!>> one of her hands instinctively went to Asta's forehead, and removed a strand of blonde hairs. "...trema... ma è calda" thought her "il sole deve averla colpita. ...è troppo pericoloso" immediately she pictured a common scene that could be seen every day at the beach, where a tourist or a too brave bather dared to challenge the sun and fainted, but they were not on a common beach, and right now, everything could be potentially deadly. So, still holding tightly the little nordic girl, Giulia tried to get the attenction of the others,
remembering that she often saw Beach-wardens giving fresh water and other fresh things to drink, but here... <<Cocco! COCCO! Per favore!>> her voice clear and decise, still pleading, it was important and for what mattered now, the life of the other girl was in danger, knowing that the only thing that approached water were coconuts...

<<...non ti preoccupare...>> whispered again in the other's ear <<...è tutto a posto... adesso loro porteranno del cocco e tu ti sentirai meglio, ochei?>> She had not the courage to even move away from the hug, fearing that even the slightest abandon would damage the sunburned girl, all she wanted to do was to
 
Kim-Ly paid attention as the man used hand signals to try and say something. At first it was unclear but the second time she figured it out. He was deaf and mute. This wasn't good as it would make communication much more difficult. After she realized what he was doing she continued to work on her spear. Not paying attention to the male as he fiddled with his braclets. She gathered the wood shavings that had formed a pile and placed them in the suitcase with the gear from the man's bracelets. With her make shift spear in hand, Kim-Ly walked out into the water. With a firm grip on the wooden stick, she began to swim to the out into the deeper part of the ocean where a reef awaited. Once above the reef she resurfaced for some air and then dove back done. She watched along the coral reef and ocean floor for signs of movment. It wasn't long before out of the corner of her eye she noticed the quick snake like movement dart between some coral. Upon further investigation she found the home to a Giant Moray eel. She knew that these eels grew up to several feet in length and would provide food for the whole group for the time being. The only problem was killing it. She had heard many stories about how difficult these suckered were to kill.

She adjusted her self over the eels hideout and waited for it to reveal it's head. Moments later it began to slither it's head out to check for food and with a firm grip she slammed the point of the spear into it. It was just inches behind the brain. With the large piece of wood stuck in it the eel attempted to move around and bite it's attacker. Keeping her firm grip on the staff, Kim fought the larger than expected beast as it swam in circles trying to get her only being stopped by the pole in its head. Soon the creature seemed to tire out and stopped fighting so Kim-Ly began swimming back to the shore. Kim moved quickly through the water out of fear of what the blood may draw in, as well as with caution, in case the eel managed to get close enough to bite or there was another predator lurking about.

Before long she reached the point where she could walk. She held the eel and rod up out of the water above her head as she walked towards the shore. The eel was approximately 7 feet in length and weighed a hefty amount. Once out of the water Kim sat the snake like creature down onto the hot sand. It was struggling to breath and clearly unhappy with its situation. Tired and exhausted from the swim and the fight the fish put up, Kim dragged it over to her machete and chopped it's head off before resting for a moment. " Ruột nó, làm sạch nó và sau đó nấu nó. " she said even though she knew that they couldn't understand her, if they were even near her.
 
Alejandro looked the tattooed man, happy that there was some understanding going on when he wrote his own name and showed him a thumbs up. Of course that the cool looking dude had a cool sounding name, where would he be from? He didn't know, but everything on Aerin made him wince with the sting of jealousy. Alejandro sighed, feeling stupid for that. They were lost on an island, that man was deaf and there he was feeling sorry for himself. Aerin seemed to be packing not only muscle, but also a most interesting set of tools, including an easy way to make fire. He was truly godsend, and after showing him the tools and their use, he didn't wait for a second and signaled Alejandro that he was going to look for things in the back of the sinking tail.

The whole exchange had left Alejandro lost within himself, disgusted about feeling jealousy around something silly like his physique, glad because they had someone seemingly ready for survival and yet, he wanted to do more, but at the moment he couldn't. The fact that he was crashed on an island was starting to dawn on him, but his pity party didn't last long, Asta's sobs distracting him. The girl was clinging to Giulia, and now she was really looking like the little girl she was. Not that Alejandro would do something similar if he wasn't distracted or trying to keep a calm exterior to compensate for his physical weakness, a decision as stupid as any other, bottling his feelings as the only show of manly bravado he could afford at the time.

Giulia's tone soon shifted from being comforting to showing fear, panic. It seemed that something was wrong with Asta, and for the gesture of touching her forehead it was clear that it had to do with the heat. Asta had exhausted herself, and Alejandro couldn't help but feel guilty for having pushed her to find his stupid knives, but there wasn't time for that now. Thanking the joker gods that had made them survive in that island of Babel for the proximity of the Italian and Spanish language, Alejandro picked up the basics of what Giulia wanted. Dragging himself to a nearby fruit, he took one of his knives, and quickly, expertly, prepped it with an orifice so they could keep Asta hydrated until they found water. "Coco" he said, giving it to the woman, letting her give it to Asta. Noticing that he still had Asta's shirt on his shoulder, Alejandro had the prude thought of covering her, but that wasn't what she needed now.

Since his arms were perfectly fine, Alejandro grabbed a fallen palm leaf and started to fan the little girl, trying to help her with the heat. "Agua" he said, knowing that they needed to be hydrated or wouldn't last long. Aerin was searching the tail, Kim-Ly had gone to the sea and he could barely stand. "Necesitamos agua" he said.
 
As Giulia tightly held Asta to her soft chest, she looked at the not-far-away group of the other survivors and the relief of seeing the asian woman, the one that first of all handled coconuts and offered their juice to them, soon replaced by discomfort as the woman simply took hold of her stick and began to swim into the shallow waters, probably in search of fishes, and the natural way in which that woman behave around them, made her think that maybe they are not so fucked up, since someone might have lived in a similar environment since childhood...

Still, nobody turned its head and Giulia was about to go for herself, but suddently, she spotted Alejandro moving and grabbing hold of knives and a coconut "SI!" thought her while looking at the man that was hardly carving a hole into the thick skin of the exotic fruit. Soon, Alejandro was near her and the opened coconut hanged in his hands. Looking in his eyes, the italian girl took it <<Grazie>> but it felt like a surgeon receiving an instrument from an aide; Giulia moved Asta so that the nordic girl's head rested on the italian girl's right hand, appearing as if Asta was a baby in the caring hands of the soft and motherly look of the curvy one, She moved the coconut near the dry lips of Asta <<...bevi, dai... >> said her calmly, pouring a bit of the fluid over those lips.

With the corner of the eyes, she saw the man fumbling with the shirt he had on his shoulder and moving it as to cover the heated girl, Giulia's eyes darted to Alejandro's and slapped his hands away <<MADDAI! è assolata, ci sono sessanta gradi all'ombra, è andata in giro nuda fin'adesso... e te la copri!?>> shooking her head in unadverted dismissal for his action, she returned her attenction to the girl that was trembling in her arms. <<...Dobbiamo spostarla al fresco...>> said her to Alejandro, remembering after a while that he was not able to understand <<Spostarla. Muoverla. uh...via... ombra. Si!>> said her almost in triumph <<Sombra!>> reminding that, effectively, the italian word of shadow, Ombra, was just the spanish word, Sombra with an added S... <<Alejandro e Giulia. Asta, sombra. Va bene?>> with that, she was almost sure she explained the situation clearly, and then, with delicate movements, took the girl underneath a shoulder, raising her from the baggage she was sat on and looked at Alejandro, waiting for his help, in the while, Giulia looked at the shadows of the palms, they needed to move her under the safety of the palm forest's canopy, where not a single sunray would pass and where the air is fresher, her mind also wondered if in the medical-pile Alejandro made, she could find something to prevent sunburns.
 
As Aerin got closer to the tail he paused to find a suitable sized rock. Finding on he liked he walked over the rocky cradle that held the tail in place. It swayed ever so slightly with the battering of waves, but it wouldn't be until the tide changed that there would be any significant movement if there was to be any at all. Climbing into the wreckage he looked around. Most of the seats were still intact, which meant they could harvest the cushions for bedding and other comfort needs.

As he walked down the aisle he checked the overhead compartments finding more bags in some, others empty or their contents scattered across the aisle. Something he took note of and would have the others come help him gather them. Walking straight back he opened the lavatory door and looked inside. A smile graced his face, at the sight of the metal sink. Sitting the rock on the small counter he stepped away from the lavatory and looked around more. Just beyond the lavatory there was a curtained off section.

On the wall just before the curtain was a sign "Crew Only" on the wall. Pushing past the curtain he stepped into the small galley. It was a hot mess but there were plenty of usable items for them. Turning to look around he jumped and slammed his back against the wall. In the jump seat there was a flight attendant still strapped in. She hung limply against the restraints and Aerin could tell just by looking at her that the poor woman didn't make it. He was going to have to remove her from the wreckage before he brought the others here. Turning away from the cadaver he went back into the passenger area and grabbed a carry-on bag dumping the contents onto the seat.

Going back into the galley Aerin started to go through the cabinets. There was plenty to take from there, dishes, flat ware, trays, a couple of pans and pots, and what he was looking for. A refrigerator filled with drinks. Filling the bag with bottles of water and juices he ignored the soda's for the moment, they would only further dehydrate all of them, but will be useful later. Leaving galley he sat the bag down and grabbed another, returning once more he filled it snacks like chips, pretzels, granola bars and even a few candy bars.

Tearing off the curtain he used it to cover the deceased woman. Right now he had to concentrate on keeping everyone alive and worry about putting the dead to rest. Collecting the bags he left the tail and started back to camp. Once there he noticed that the curvy woman, Giulia, he remembered her name, was holding the tiny naked one, Asta? While Alejandro was helping by fanning them. Cursing in his head he ran over to them and dropped quickly to his knees. Blue eyes moved to the girl and he reached out placing a hand on her forehead. She was hot, and dry. Not a good sign. Digging through the bag of drinks he pulled out a bottle of water and quickly opened it. Putting it to Asta's lips he tilted it back to slowly pour some into her mouth without choking her. He gave her a small sip before taking it away. Drinking to much to fast would only make her feel worse.

Looking at Alejandro he reached out to feel the man's head and sighed. Reaching into the bag he handing Alejandro a bottle of water, then one to Giulia. He looked around but didn't see Kim-ly. Maybe she was off collecting something. Once she showed back up he would be sure to give her a bottle of water as well.
 
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