Chapter 112 Shipwrecked & Spread Ch5

• She sees it first — the glint of white on the horizon, a stutter of sails where the endless blue crashes into sky. She’s kneeling in the sand by the tide line, the salt drying sticky on her thighs from where he fucked her in the cave the night before. Her hair is still tangled, skin striped pink from sunburn and his teeth.
• A real boat. A chance to go home — showers, warm beds, polite dinners, spreadsheets and conference calls. Clean clothes that don’t cling to her skin, bosses who don’t watch her like he does when she bends over to dig for clams.
• She could stand. She could wave her arms. Her torn blouse is bright enough to catch the sun. She could scream.