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the two sailboats, he began to feel fairly certain that they were not cutthroat murderers out roaming the islands to take from the less fortunate. Instead, they appeared to be quite normal looking folks. That they were a mix of men and women, even young, good-looking women; put Russell even more at ease in regards to their intentions.
    The first of these women had appeared on deck of the classic-looking sailboat that was anchored on the calm side of the island. She looked to be perhaps in her mid to late thirties, like the man on the catamaran, and like him she seemed at ease aboard a boat. Her tan, athletic body added to her image as a competent sailor and she was quite attractive, with short, but sexy blonde hair that just touched her shoulders. The other two females that greeted the day a bit later were much younger, in their early twenties, Russell guessed. One had the outdoorsy, at home on the boat kind of look and the other looked like she could have been a fashion model in a previous life. It was this one that Russell zeroed in on, unable to take his eyes off her, as he watched her ever move in fascination. It had been too long since he’d seen other people at all, and way too long since he’d seen a girl that looked that good.
    Her oversized T-shirt and baggy shorts couldn’t hide what he was sure was a perfect body, and her long brunette hair was pulled back in a ponytail, allowing him to see even at a distance that she had a face to match the rest. What were the odds of a girl like her ending up here? Russell didn’t know, but he was certainly not going to object. He noticed too that there was a young man about the age of the two younger women as well. This one was clean-cut, still making the effort to shave apparently; something few men bothered with these days. There was one more man who emerged soon as well, and Russell guessed he could be in his mid to late forties. The final crewmember he saw was a young girl in her early teens, bringing the grand total from the two boats to seven. Russell figured one of the older men was the girl’s father, and the blonde woman was no doubt her mother. Whatever the case, it didn’t really matter. He had seen enough that he was sure they were all sailing together. Why the other boat ended up on the safe side of the island, unlike the catamaran, Russell didn’t know, but he figured it was because the catamaran got their first. It make sense, because he knew catamarans were faster than boats like the other one.  
    Russell had been watching from behind a clump of bushes and cacti on a slight rise that overlooked the entire end of the island the boats and their crews occupied. As soon as all of them were out for the day, there was much walking back and forth across the island between the two vessels, and what appeared to be lots of discussion among their crews. Russell had no doubt it was in regards to getting out of their predicament. The next thing that happened was that they began offloading the gear and supplies aboard the stranded catamaran. Russell could easily guess what they were doing—trying to lighten the load. Maybe they were going to try and refloat the boat when the tide came in and sail it around to the other side where the other vessel was anchored. One thing he was sure of, they had lots of stuff. His mouth watered as he began to fantasize about foods he had not tasted in weeks. Surely they would share some with him when he explained his situation. Russell decided it was time to make an introduction. He would simply walk up to them and tell them the truth, that he was alone there, a castaway who had barely survived his ordeal, and if they were indeed ordinary, mostly good people as he was now confident they were, they would have pity on him and help him out. In exchange, he would help them with their boat problem. Maybe they would even give him a ride. That was what he really wanted, a ride and the opportunity to meet the beautiful girl with the long dark