The Ocean Prince (Completed)

Chapter Seven

He sat next to me wearing only blue shorts that had prints of green leaves on them.  He was barefoot and had no shoes on.  His feet and toes touched the soft, granulated sand.  I couldn't help but notice his legs which were strong and muscular.  The hair on his legs was dark and curly.  His chest was bare and he had a small cloud brown of hairs on it.  He had perfect thick eyebrows.  His brown hair had a curtained haircut and his blue eyes were focused on something.  I hadn't noticed it at first, but then I realized that he was placing sticks of wood on the sand as if he was going to start a bonfire.  

"What are you doing?" I asked him.  He didn't reply the first time, so I walked to him and repeated the question.  He looked at me with his blue ocean eyes.

"Food," he said.

"Oh," I replied.  He left the wooden sticks on the sand and then got up.

"You didn't turn on the fire," I told him as he walked away.  His back was boyish yet muscular.  When I realized he wasn't going to say anything to me, I followed him and pressed on.

"Hey, I asked you a question," I said and ran until I was next to him.  

"Hey!  I asked you a question," I repeated again.  He tilted his head and raised one of his eyebrows.

"You don't talk a lot, do you?" I asked him.  He shook his head.

"Not really," he replied. 

"But you sing?" I asked him.  He tilted his head and looked at me again.  He took a brief pause and then he made a rough shake with his head.

"Yes," he replied.

"Well... that didn't take too long, did it?" I asked him annoyed.  He didn't respond. We were reaching the seashore and I made a full stop as he entered the water.

"You're going swimming now?" I asked him.

"Yes," he replied.

"But what about the bonfire?" I asked him.  He dived into the water.

"Wow," I said surprised.  He was a great swimmer apparently.  I was surprised that he didn't really respond to me.  I wondered if he was being an asshole or if he just didn't like to talk a lot.  I crossed my arms and waited for him.  As I did though, I was surprised to see the yacht on the sand.

"Holy s**t!  But... how the fuck..." I wondered out loud and then I ran to the yacht and got in.  Obviously, Camilo wasn't inside.  I didn't see signs of blood either, so whatever happened, he didn't hurt himself.  At least not on the boat.  I wondered if Nicholas knew something about him.  I would ask him about that later.  I  took off the tops of the seats and saw that there were a lot of stuff inside of them including canned foods and bottles of water.  I immediately opened one and drank it in four to five huge gulps.  I hadn't realized how dry was my tongue and throat until I drank.  I grabbed another one and drank half of the water bottle.  Then I grabbed all of the water bottles I could and placed them inside one of the empty recyclable cloth packs.  I swung the bag over my shoulder and looked for more supplies. 

"Yes!" I said when I saw a small cooking pot and pan.  I grabbed the pan and placed the pot on top of the pan.  Then, seeing that my hands were full I left back to the "camp", which was really just a tree and a bunch of twigs, deadwood, and leaves.  I sat down and grabbed the bottle of water I had drunk from, opened its top, and drank again.  It felt so good to drink water.  I never in my life thought that I'd miss something so simple since it was always available to me back at home.  I was never going to take water for granted again.  After drinking my second bottle of water I sat down next to the fire and grabbed two of the wooden sticks. 

"Hmm..." I said to myself and I was trying to remember how those tribes in the Discovery Channel had lit a fire without a lighter.  I began to rub the sticks together as I had seen in those survival shows.  I knew that it was going to take some time to make a fire, so I rubbed as hard and as patiently as I could until the sticks broke in half.

"Damn!" I said to myself.  Why couldn't I build a fire like those native tribes on T.V.?  I tossed the sticks on the bonfire and grabbed two other sticks, but these were thicker than the first.  I thought that this way I'd have a chance to light a fire, but after fifteen minutes of trying, I got tired and gave up.

"This is so exhausting.  It's nothing like those damn adventure movies," I complained.  I heard footsteps and I turned around to see Nicholas with a bunch of fish on what looked like some sort of sea plant.

"What?" I said surprised as he came to me with a large grin.  He looked so damn sexy when he was that wet.  I couldn't believe it.  I tried to keep the calm. He certainly seemed damn proud of himself as well. 

"Wow.  How did you do that?" I asked him.  He laughed and then placed that strange net on top of the "bed".  

"I'm a good fisherman," He said.  Drops of water rolled down his chest and abs and I couldn't take my eyes off him.  Oh Lord, calm down, take it easy.  You've got a boyfriend, I said told myself mentally.  Then I remembered about Camilo and asked about him.

"Look.  I have to ask you something.  How did the boat reach land?" I asked him.  He looked at me, but didn't respond.  He began to take the fish out of the natural net he'd made.

"Do you know how the boat... reached land?" I asked him.  He shook his head.  I wasn't sure if I believed him or not, but I decided to try to not to worry about that right now.

"Okay... look, I was with someone on that boat, a guy, black skin, brown eyes, short hair, jeans... did you see anybody like that?" I asked him.  He shook his head, but didn't speak.  He continued to take the fish out of the natural net.  I licked my lips and then bit them a bit losing my patience.

"He was my boyfriend," I said.  It was the first time he looked up at me and really stared at me.

"Your boyfriend?" He asked me.  I nodded.

"Yes.  He was the one navigating the boat.  Did you see someone like that?" I asked him.  He shook his head again.

"No, sorry," he replied.

"You don't have to apologize.  It had nothing to do with you," I said shaking my head.  He took the final fish off the net and then went to the wooden sticks.  He grabbed two of them and started to rub them together and push and pull against each other.

"That's not going to work.  Believe me, I tried," I said, but then a minute later he was blowing below on the tip of the stick and I could see small patches of smoke.  My jaw dropped.

"What?" I said out loud.  I didn't mean to say that, but I was too surprised.  I had to say it.

Then the small smoke grew and I saw him work with a small patch of hey.  Then, he placed it on the edge of the sticks and blew a bit until the sticks began to burn and turn into a bonfire. 

"How the hell did you do that?" I asked him.  He didn't respond.  

"It's time to cook the fish," he said instead.  I let it go

"Okay, perfect, let's do it.