I stroked my beard, the hairs sticking out in a mad array of insanity. My beard trimmer had long since lost its charge with no outlets on the island we now call home. The scissors that were in the first aid kit stashed on the plane kept it short, but it often was an afterthought. Collette had named it Gilligan's Island, a humorous throwback to our child hood, and the name stuck both for its humor and its compassion. The island turned out to be very forgiving, supplying food, water and shelter.

     We had taken up residence in a small, well-ventilated cave. A latticework of fissures bled off the smoke from our fire that served both to cook the wild game we found abundant on the island, as well as providing warmth and light.

     Now, with my hand running through the long hairs of my beard, I looked into the pond that served as both our water source and bathing pond, at the naked body of Collette. She was swimming in the warm, tropic water, the waterfall crashing loudly, sending large ripples into the pond. Her body was tan, darker than when we had first arrived. Early on we learned it was easier to just remain nude than to worry about keeping our sparse collection of clothes clean and mended.

     I watched her swim, her tone body slipping through the water gracefully, her soft body enticing. The island where the crashing plane had delivered us was a tropical paradise; still I wanted to leave. Somehow I needed the buzz of a city to feel perfectly comfortable. Collette, on the other hand was at ease, almost at home here on our island home. More than once we had argued over our differences, Collette content to live out her days here on Gilligan's island, and me longing for the conveniences of civilization.

     I sat on the bank of the pond, watching her swim in lazy circles. She flipped over, baring her breasts to the warm air, the tan orbs swaying as she swam. I looked on until she spotted me. She waved and swam over to me.

     "Hi," she said, standing in the waist deep water.

     I smiled, "hi, yourself." I paused, swallowed heavily, searching for the words. "I need to try."

     She tilted her head, the wet hair sticking to her arms, looking at me. I tried to read her face, disgust, amusement, or acceptance? I was not sure which.

     Finally, "I know."

     "You do?"

     "Yes, I have know for a while now. You have to try, I understand," then, "I won't help you."

     "I know," I repeated her words.

     And I stood up and walked away.

* * * * *

     I cut the logs into equal lengths, laying them side by side on the soft, white sand of the beach. Using some strong vines, I began to lash the logs together, an overlapping X-shaped bond. I tied the logs to one another, making a raft out of the freshly cut logs. I pulled on each log individually as I affixed it, making sure of the connection with its neighbor. Satisfied with my efforts I continued making my raft.

     I had hauled the logs I would need earlier in the week with strong vines wrapped around their thick trunks. Was it a week? Time seemed to slow down since the arrival, the plane crash that killed three and left Collette and I stranded here. Could have been weeks, probably was, but perhaps it was longer, there was no way to tell.

     I tied a total of nine logs together, securing the vine to the logs tightly. I was satisfied with my efforts, now, I wondered, would the raft float and be sea-worthy? I used the axe from the plane to notch out a hole where I would attach the rudder I had fabricated out of the hard plastic sides of my suitcase. Again the vines of the forest that covered the island proved valuable, and I was able to affix the suitcase sided to two thick sticks.

     I tied another long vine to the raft and unfurled the remaining length. I secured the opposite end to a nearby tree, making sure the raft would not drift away when the tide came in. I rested my makeshift oars next to the tree that I had tied the vine to.

     Now, I could only wait.

* * * * *

     The sun began to sink below the blue horizon. The water crashed over my raft, rising higher on the beach. The tide came in and with it my hopes of civilization. The waves continued to roll in until the raft began to float, bobbing in the thrashing sea. I pushed on the raft, using the water to help me, until I was able to shove the raft out towards the crystal blue ocean.

     It floated, amazingly it floated. I watched it pitch with the temperamental sea, hitching madly as the water crested its rough surface. I climbed into the warm water and pushed the raft until the vine securing it to the beach was taut. The water was chest deep, the wave breaking over my head.

     I was satisfied with the raft. I exited the water and left to find Collette.

* * * * *

     She was smoking two fish, the flames of the camp licking the skin of the large creatures. I was not overly fond of fish, however it did help to mix up the meals we ate with our limited fare. I walked into the cave, a huge grin decorating my face.

     "I take it it floats?" she commented on my smile.

     I nodded, "yes."

     "When are you leaving?" To the point, she saw no reason to mince words.

     I looked at her face, a frown of regret written in the soft lines. It was odd that I felt like I was betraying her, even though I owed her no explanations. "Tomorrow," I finally answered. "In the morning. I know, at least I think I know that the mainland is east of here, so I plan on heading into the sun. The tide will be going out, so I think that it will be easier to try then. I promise I will come back for you."

     "I know," and she turned her back on me.

* * * * *

     We ate dinner in silence, the fish sating my hunger. I watched Collette eat, her fingers pulling the white meat to her mouth. She hadn't said anything to me since our discussion of my plans. She was hurt, not wanting to leave, but not wanting to interfere in my needs. She was a strong woman, but it seemed to me that she regretted my decision to leave, and was close to tears.

     I tried to form the words to explain, or at least to ease her thoughts, but the words would not come. They were lost in the void of my mind, dancing out of reach.

     The silence lingered.

* * * * *

     The sun began to climb above the distant horizon, shadows growing long as the orange haze grew in the sky. Collette shook me slowly, softly, "wake up."

     In a haze, "what?"

     "Wake up," she said again, her words soft. "Come with me."

     She took my hand and led me towards the mouth of the cave. The sun was still low, the sky a cornucopia of color, reds and yellows and purples and oranges. Bright and calm hinting at the warm day ahead. We exited the cave and I followed her to the lagoon. The sound of the waterfall was loud as the water crashed against the rippling pool. A rainbow of color danced in the crashing spray, shining brightly.

     Collette pulled me into the water, pulling me along as we waded to the falling spray. She turned to me and pulled me to her. She pressed her lips to mine, throwing her arms around my neck. She kissed me passionately, her tongue sliding into my mouth. My cock throbbed and expanded as her lips mouth continued to dance against mine.

     I lowered my hands and pulled her too me. My penis pulsed as I guided her onto me. I stood in the water, the falls splashing over our connected bodies. Collette wrapped her legs around me, driving her sex onto my cock. Our mouths continued to play as our tongues danced and probed. Her mouth was warm, her eyes shut.

     My hips thrust against her as her legs tightened to pull me deeper into her wet sex. The waterfall continued to pour the cool water over our heated bodies. My cock pulsed inside her pussy, my thighs quivering in delight. Collette pulled her tongue from my mouth and began nibbling on my ear. She breathed excitedly, her body shaking in delight.

     My arms pulled Collette higher, and then I dropped her back down to become fully impaled on my turgid cock. I lifted and lowered her body, fucking her with the help of her buoyant flesh. The hard nubs of her nipples danced against my mouth, and my tongue darted across them. She kept her head bent town to play with my ear, breathing heavily, moaning noisily. The waterfall continued to cascade cool water over our bodies, adding to our excitement.

     My knees shook and I slipped in the water. Collette and I tumbled lower until the water was up to our necks. Our bodies remained connected and I exhaled heavily as I regained my feet. I stood up, pulling Collette with me. I continued to thrust her against me until she screamed as an orgasm shook her body. Her moans of delight spurred me on and I ejaculated our bodies one.

     Breathing heavily she whispered in my ear, "good luck."

     It was over as rapidly as it had begun and I grew soft, slipping from her heated sex. Collette climbed out of the water, running her hand over her skin. She climbed the bank and turned back to me as I stood in the water, watching her leave. She waved once and then turned away, disappearing into the brush.

     She had said good-bye.

* * * * *

     The tide was pulling out, the water of the ocean running from the beach. I strapped the oars to the raft and then grabbed my pre-packed bag of supplies; some fruit and water. I had figured it would take about two days to reach civilization, and I needed some food and drink for the trip. I affixed the small bag, another survivor of the plane crash, to the raft. I untied the raft from the tree that had served as its dock. Coiling the vine I pushed the raft into the water, and climbed aboard.

     The tide quickly pulled me away from the shore, the tree line growing smaller in the distance. The waves crested the logs of my raft, making the surface of the raft slick. The waves were higher than I had anticipated, washing my supply bag off the surface of the raft. I was glad I had tied it in place, as I shifted to retrieve it.

     I used the oars to paddle the raft, trying to steer clear of the strongest of the waves. I heard a creak and panicked when I saw the first log become untied from the rest. The crashing waves were warping the bonds between the logs, shifting them in opposite directions. I dropped the oars and moaned in despair as another wave pulled it into the blue ocean, washing it towards the shoreline.

     I grabbed the unraveling vines and tried to secure it. Another wave crested the pitching raft and the first log fully detached at the one end, pulling the vine from my hand. Tears welled up in my eyes as the escaping vine burned my palms. I hissed in pain, breathing heavily. "Fuck," I moaned.

     My palms were blistered, screaming as the salt water washed over them. I ignored the blinding pain as well as I could as another wave crashed over the slippery surface of the raft. I gripped the loose vine and moaned again as the next log became detached.

     Another wave and I slipped on the surface of the raft, joining the oars in the warm, tropical water. My hands were throbbing in agony. I swam to the raft, climbing back aboard the now smaller craft. My rudder detached and drifted into the sea. I shook my head in disgust, regretting my decision to try and leave the island.

     The island was a speck in the distance. Another wave and the raft pitched, once again dumping me into the ocean. I hit my head on a free-floating log, becoming woozy. My bearings were mixed up, I couldn't think straight. Was it raining? My confused mind asked. Why am I wet?

     I was tired, worn out physically. I swam dizzily to a nearby log and clung to it for safety. I watched in sadness as the turbulent sea devastated the rest of the raft, pulling the logs apart until only two logs remained firmly lashed together. Two or twelve was all that was left. The sun climbed higher, heating the day. I shifted and fell back into the water, still dazed from my wounded forehead. The salt of the ocean burned my bleeding face. My head fell back into the water and then the world went black.

* * * * * 

     Where am I? My first thought. I was dazed, lost in the agony of my pounding head and burning hands. I tried to sit up, failed and only shifted slightly on my back. I was on solid ground, the world no longer pitching heavily. "Whe.." I croaked, incoherent.

     A soft sound greeted me, Collette pouring fresh water into my slightly parted mouth, "here, drink this."

     I tried to swallow, spitting up the cool, fresh water. My head throbbed and my vision was blurred. I could make out the shape of Collette as she cradled my head in her lap. Nothing was clear, not my vision or my hearing. The only thing I could concentrate on was the throbbing pain of my palms and the agony behind my eyes. I closed my eyes, listening as Collette whispered, "sleep."

* * * * *

     I awoke later, the fire burning both in my palms and the fire pit. Collette was sleeping peacefully next to the fire. Sitting up, grimacing as I moved, I glanced out the cave entrance, the moon casting soft shadows into the quite opening. I was home. My mind cleared as the revelation hit me, home, this was my home.

     I glanced at the sleeping form of Collette. No, my mind reasoned, this is our home. I slipped back down, lying on my back.

     Home.

     And I drifted to sleep, knowing I would not try to leave again, knowing I was home.