The Ocean Prince (Completed)

Chapter Thirteen

I went to the place where I had been sleeping and looked for my water bottles.  There were still eight water bottles left. I took a sip and felt nauseated.  The water was warm.  I wanted ice-cold water.  I wanted to be in my pj's.  I wanted my room and my cell phone back, I wanted to go home.  Paradise was beginning to bore me.  There was nobody here or nothing for me to do, but sulk and cry.  I had to do something.  I had to be of some use.  I decided to return to the boat to see what else was on it.  I discovered canned foods, fruits, and air-sealed crackers.

"Yes!" I said feeling a little bit better.  I grabbed a can of pears, opened it, and slowly I devoured one of the pears.

"Oh my God, yes, yes, yes," I said enjoying the taste of the moisture and the juice on my tongue.  The pear was soft, sweet, and delicious.  After I was done with each one, I didn't throw away the juice.  I drank it too and for a while, I felt great.  I smiled.  

"What's going on?" Nick said.  

"None of your business," I replied annoyed.

"What is that?" He asked me pointing at the canned pears.

"Oh this?  This is none of your business," I said coquettishly.  I placed my hands on my hips and smiled devilishly.

"Let me see it.  Give it to me," he said.  I handed him the empty can.  He looked at it, touched it, and smelled it.

"Be careful with the edges," I said, but it was too late.  He cut his finger and then tossed the can to the sand.

"It's a weapon," he said.  I laughed.  Then, I looked for the aid kit and searched for alcohol or Triple Antibiotic cream.  After searching for a while and seeing a lot of useful stuff including a lighter which I decided not to pick up I found the cream.

"You're lucky," I said.  He was sucking the blood out of his thumb.

"Give me your hand," I said and he shook his head.

"Hey!  Don't be stubborn with me.  It's going to get infected if you don't let me treat it," I said.

"I know how to cure myself," he complained.

"Give me your goddamn finger," I screamed.  He gave it to me reluctantly.  I added the cream on his finger and then opened the bandage and rolled it around his finger.

"What is that?" He asked me.

"A bandage and it's used to stop the bleeding.  Once it stops you can take it off," I said.

"Okay.  That sounds reasonable," he said staring at his bandage.

"That's because it is.  Now, are you still angry at me?" I asked him.  He nodded.

"Yes.  I am, but I have decided to try to control my anger and forget about the incident," he said.  I nodded.

"Well, at least you're honest," I said.  He shrugged that comment away.

"Okay, what must I do so that you can accept me?" He said suddenly.

"What?" I asked surprised with my eyes wide and my jaw almost dropping to the floor, but he didn't seem to care or mind one bit.  

"What must I do?  I will do whatever you want," he said.  I frowned.

"I don't know what you mean," I said frankly.

"I want you to accept me," he said.

"Accept you?"  I asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Are we still talking about... what happened?" I asked him.  He shook his head.

"You mean, what did not happen?" He said.  My eyes opened wild and I turned around and took a huge gulp of air.

"Okay... look... you just want to have s*x with me?" I asked him.  He nodded.

"Do you know what that means to me?" I asked him.  

"It means that you accept me?" He asked me.  

"Okay... yeah... but... girls don't just accept anyone," I said trying to explain.

"Why not?" He said.

"Because... they have to feel something for the other person.  They can't just have s*x like that.  I mean some girls have s*x like that, but... well...   it's not like that with everyone.  I'm not the type to just have s*x with anyone.  Actually... I'm still... I'm still a virgin," I said trying to explain.

"What is a virgin?" He asked me.  I swallowed hard.

"You don't know what a virgin is?" I asked him and he shook his head.  He knew what s*x was, but he didn't know what being a virgin was.  Awesome.

"Okay. A virgin means a person who's never had s*x before.  I've never been intimate with a man before," I explained.

"Why?" He asked me.  Jesus Christ.  

"Well... because... I... I haven't found the right person, you know..." I said. He shook his head.

"Who is the right person?" He asked me.

"I don't know.  It's someone who's courageous and kind, smart and good-looking.  Someone who's not an asshole or too prideful.  I hate people who are too prideful," I said and he nodded.

 "I am all of those things," he said as a matter of fact and well... it was kind of true. 

"Look, I... I don't know you," I said.  He nodded.

"So, then maybe it's time you get to know me and then you will accept me, right?" He said.

"Okay, but that's not a guarantee," I replied.  He frowned at me confused.

"Look... could we talk about something else please?" I said.

"Okay.  But I want to let you know, that I would like to have you for me.  I desire you and I would like to have s*x with you," he said.  My jaw almost dropped.  I couldn't believe that he said such a thing.  I decided to avoid the conversation altogether.

"Okay, let's just drop it then," I said and he smiled and agreed with me.

"Deal," he said.

"Okay great."

"Okay," he replied.

"Okay," I said again.

"Okay," he replied and then we laughed.