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over his foot to hold the makeshift bandage in place. After a moment, he made to stand.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to finish it before the metal cools." He picked up the stump with determination and hobbled back to the warming piece of metal. Oceans watched him in amazement. But he did what he said he would. She went for more wood to keep the fire burning hot while he finished his loud thumping, thumping, thumping.

In the end, he had a huge pot with little wings sticking out that acted like handles. He had even flattened the bottom so that it wouldn't tip. Oceans marveled at it as if it was a piece of fine china. A pot would open up a world for them; now she could make cassava flour!

"I can't wait to use it to carry back some water!" She exclaimed. Filled with water, it would be heavy enough that two would need to carry it back from the spring. Marshall already had visions of creating an even bigger one that would stay at camp and they would just fill it. Then he blanched at the thought of how easily he had adapted to this life.

"It didn't ever look this hard on Gilligan's Island." He said as he limped into the forest carrying the empty pot.

Oceans had moved to the lead with her trusty walking stick that she used to push aside bushes and flick away snakes. She looked back at Marshall. "If this was Gilligan's Island then I want my gingham dress and a recipe for coconut cream pie."

Marshall's eyes lit up. "Who said you'd be MaryAnn? I think you're Ginger." Oceans laughed out loud. There was nothing glamorous about her. Her hair was a curly mess on her head. Her dress was sweat soaked and dirty, she had streaks of ash covering her feet and hands, her legs hadn't been shaved and she didn't want to think about what was growing under her pits.

But when she met Marshall's eyes, she saw the honesty in that statement. Her skin tingled as she saw the heated attraction in that look. Oceans turned away and continued to the spring.

It wasn't so heavy with the both of them carrying it back and they just chatted about his idea of all the things they could make now that there was fire. He didn't mention that he wanted to forge better weapons, since he had heard noises very close to their camp off in the forest. So far, the fire seemed to keep the smaller animals away. And neither of them had seen anything larger than the little rat-like creatures that scurried under the brush; Meer rats. Neither of them had been desperate enough to try to catch the quick little creatures. Not that meat wasn't desirable, but those things were fast.

Back at camp, Oceans checked Marshall's foot again and she cleaned it with more fresh water then applied more aloe. It was blistered in places and though he didn't complain she knew it had to be very uncomfortable. She insisted that he stay off of it as she went about preparing the evening meal. She wanted to find some scrap metal that could be used to scrape the thick fibrous cassava roots so that she could soak away the toxins and prepare it for flour. That's what she was doing when the wild boar pushed through the forest and ambled down on to the beach.

Marshall had been watching her from the lean-to. Since she was preoccupied, he allowed his erection free reign and stroked himself absently while she moved about her task. Her beauty was not lost in the fact that her hair was an untamed halo about her head and her face was smudged with ash. He knew that later she'd strip out of those clothes and bathe in the ocean by the light of the moon. And he'd watch from a distance and stroke his cock until he came quietly but with much satisfaction. It had become a nightly ritual with him and it was what allowed him the ability to interact with her during the day without being too forward.

But then he caught the sight of movement off to the side and his head jerked in that direction. Marshall leaped to his feet. An animal was lumbering down the embankment towards the beach...and Oceans.

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