My mouth fell open in shock. She was gorgeous. She had long, brown curls and rich dark skin, tanned from many years in the sun. She was tall, extremely built, strong and toned. She blinked at me with hostile eyes, but she kept her face completely expressionless.
“Oh, God.” I said breathily. I leaped up to my feet and tried to appear presentable, brushing the sand from my face, and tucking my hair behind my ears. “P-p-lease, please, help me.” I sobbed and motioned aimlessly with my hands. She blinked never changing her present expression. “You,” I pointed to her. “Help me.” I pointed to myself, pleading with her with all that had. She just stared at me, then, she walked away. I watched her go in disbelief. “W-wh-wait!” I screamed, “Don’t leave me!” She whirled around and for the first time I noticed the spear she was now pointing at me. Then I observed she was also carrying a crude, handmade fishing net. “I’ll help you!” I implored her. “With the fishing.” She had a warning look on her face. Again, she turned and walked away. I ran after her screaming, pleading, yelling, and swearing, but nothing would work. I dived and grabbed her leg but she merely kept on walking. I still holding on was being dragged, so I let go. She never even turned and just kept on walking, quietly and steadily.
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