Wrecked (Original Group Story)

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Chapter 3

Nathan Alias

I crawled out of the ocean throwing up salt water and whatever the hell I had had for breakfast. My head was fuzzy; I think I hit on something when the ship went under. Staggering to my feet, I wandered forward, but dropped back to my knees and threw up some more.

“Hate water,” I mumbled to myself as I stood back up. “Hate beaches.” My Irish lilt was prominent in the still air, and I cocked my head back and yelled.

“Hello?” No one answered, of course, so I started off down the beach, wringing out my lacrosse sweatshirt as I went. “Hello?”

“Over here!” I jerked as a girl’s trill answered my call, and I started sprinting toward the voice. Two girls were sitting on the beach. I skidded to a stop next to them.

“I’m Nate,” I said calmly, dropping down next to them.

“Roxy,” replied the girl with black and pink scene hair. I brushed my own white hair out of my eyes and into it’s customary swoop.

“I’m Maura.” The second girl with a sopping wet red scarf over her black hair and startling pretty eyes in her somewhat weathered face.

“You have strange eyes.” Roxy stated in a strangely monotonous voice.

“Er, thanks,” I said, blinking and looking away self-consciencessly. I got that a lot of my cobalt blue eyes with shining golden rims around the irises.

“What are you doing here?” Maura asked, adjusting her scarf.

“My ship wrecked, probably same as you two.” The girls nodded.

“Well,” said Roxy, still in a monotone, “what now?”

“Ain’t that the question of the century.” Again my Irish tone was glaringly obvious, but the Maura girl had a fair bit of the same thing.

“Where are you from?” She asked, reading my mind. She casually scratched her elbow.

“Phibsborough, Ireland you?”

“Dublin.” She smiled, and any flaws seemed to melt away.

“But seriously, what do we do?” Roxy said, breaking the moment.

“I say we wait for others.” They stared at me. “I mean, there’s got to be others who were wrecked . . .”

So we did.

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