Stranded!

Kinsley Woods scanned the pink horizon. "Daaaaaad!," she wailed. "I dont want to be out here over my summer break!"
"Now now Kinsley, it is beautiful out here," Diana Woods said. She shared Kinsley's All-American good looks. Miles and miles of luscious tan skin, deep blue eyes, and long honey blonde hair. Only a little bit older and saggier than Kinsley. Only a little, as she frequently got Botox injections. Mrs. Woods was lounging in a Ralph Lauren polka-dotted bikini on the deck of the huge porcelain white sailboat that they had bought recently.

John Woods came out of the caramel colored wooden cabin. He looks stunning for 45, dressed in a white tailored sailing suit, dark mirrored Oakleys, and a sailors hat sitting crookedly on his head. "Kinsley, dear, you look lovely," he cooed, air-kissing his daughter on both cheeks. He was right of course, Kinsley was absolutely glowing in a pure white string bikini that barely covered her skin.

"Um, thanks Dad," Kinsley said meekly. They were sailing to Jamaica, then to the Panama Canal. "Why do I have to come on your stupid little trip?" Kinsley whined, knowing she was being immature, but not caring.

INstead of answering, Kinsley's dad looked skyward. "I think there may be a storm coming," he mumbled.

"UGH!" Kinsley shouted, going to slip her cover-up on, because it had gotten quite cold.

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Three hours later, Kinsley was huddled in the tiny cabin, shivering in the darkness.

"Kinsley?" her mother whispered.

"Yeah mom?" Kinsley breathed back.

"Im scared."

Just then, a crack of lightning exploded, and the hard, cold crest of a wave broke over the little sailboat. They heard a scream, then all was silent.

"John?" Diana called, sounding panicked.

No answer came, and Kinsley and her mom screamed as another wave broke over the little boat. A loud rumble of thunder, another wave, and the boat rocked out of control. Kinsley threw her hands out in front of her, screaming in pain and terror, and ran outside to look for her dad. Mrs. Woods followed her out, and they both searched.

"DAD!!!!' "JOHN!" "HELLO??" they both screamed. Kinsley looked over the edge of the boat. The angry waves were rocking the little boat, careening it out of control. IN the distance, she heard a roar and a giant wave of black crashed opver her head. Blackness....

Blackness...
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Kinsley felt the ground she was lying on.
Warm.
Coarse.
Sand?
Where am I? HowdId get here? She picked herself up and looked around. She seemed to be on some sort of island. White sand bordered the turquoise ocean. Palm trees dotted the coral lined beaches and she saw a bright colored macaw gliding swiftly out of the trees. This is insane! she said to herself. She tried to process all that had happened.Okay, so obviously that wave either destroyed the boat or knocked me overboard.WHat about Mom andDad? she shivered and cleared her mind.Dont think about it.
She walked over to the edge of the palm trees and sat down under one. She was terribly thirsty and hungry. There were cocnuts around the base of the tree and she picked one up, bashed it against a rock, and drank it. She would have spit it out if she wasnt so damn thirsty. There, now I can think. Kinsley sat there, processing in shock her dilemma, when she saw the mostwonderful thing ever.
There was a body floating in the surf.