Outcast Island

Outcast Island Chapter 7

“Does it not bother you that I am a slave, My Man, the One that Loves Me?” She asked it, with inflection, said with his name, to reassure herself that he would still love her.

“You are no slave!” He laughed. “You are the high Woman Chief of your own Island! You own every tree that grows on this island, every immovable rock, every bird that flies overhead, every serpent that slithers, every turtle that comes ashore. Every fish that swims in the reef, every pearl in every shell! Every grain of sand that blows, and every drop of water that flows off of this island is yours. You are a god over your own world! All this at your command!” His blind eyes shimmered in the bright sunlight and his teeth bared in a smile as white as a coral reef.

“If all this is mine, then what is yours?” She asked in wonder at the thought of what he had said.

“I need only one thing,” he said.

“Your canoe?” She asked.

“Canoe?” Pthd! He spit on the ground. “No man needs a canoe when he has a beautiful woman who loves him! Where would I need to go? You, My Beautiful One, are the only thing I want or need! If you will let me have you, then I shall be content!”

She paused deep in thought for a few moments. “I suppose, if everything is mine, there is nothing left for you, but me.” She said quietly.

“So may I have you?” He asked, gently squeezing her one hand which lay in his on the warm afternoon sand.

A small smile began to set over her face. A wave of emotion flowed from the top of her head down to the soles of her feet. She didn’t want to feel like a one-armed slave anymore. Here was a chance to live her life as she had always dreamed. She wanted to be loved by someone who saw her for who she really was. She knew her worth was far more than what others so narrow-mindedly saw from her imperfect physic. What a beautiful new start to life the gods had cast upon her! She had been set free from the mental b*****e she had succumbed to over the last two decades. She could now be who she knew she was, herself.

“That is fair.” She said softly. Her heart was welling up inside with her new-found freedom. “You may have me. The whole world is mine. And I am yours. I have everything I need.” Satisfied with her new life, she laid her head on his shoulder and breathed out a long, slow, deep, relaxed breath.

Legends are told about this outcast island. No one visits there anymore. It is said that the gods can be heard far out at sea, moaning in the night breeze. For it is on this outcast island that two unlikely individuals found love. God’s of their own island, they spend their days providing for each other’s needs and spend their nights ravishing each other with their love.