I caught up with Niles and Traci at the departure gate. First class was already boarding and we were next. The first leg of our trip was to Los Angeles' LAX. Traci wanted the window seat and I sat next to her. That put Niles in the aisle seat. The fully loaded plane was pushed back from the gate. The engines were started and we were on our way out to the runway.
The flight was okay, we were in coach class. Niles wide shoulders pushed me towards Traci. Traci lifted the arm separating us, "Is this better? You can slide closer to me, I've plenty of space."
"Thanks," I said as I slid over. The additional room felt good. We would be seated in business class the next leg of our trip. Time wise it was the longest part also.
Traci kept pointing out ground features to me. A few times she asked me if I knew where we were. She kept me in continual conversation. I had a feeling she wanted to keep my mind off Susan. I appreciated her concern, but I really did not need that. I am a big boy and can handle the separation.
After deplaning in LA, we grabbed a sandwich before we would have to board Fiji Airways to Nadi, Fiji. We were finishing our sandwiches when they called for our flight to board.
After taking off from LAX, Niles was seated to the right of Traci and I was on her other side. The seats were more spacious and it wasn't long before I was asleep. It's very easy for me to sleep on a plane. I woke up because Traci seemed to be fidgeting. I opened one eye just a bit to look. A blanket was covering her and Niles laps; and it was moving. Was Traci giving Niles a handjob? I closed my eyes. I would have to have a talk with them. I didn't need this on this expedition. I heard Niles softly grunt, he must have cum. Traci moved around, she was wiping him off. I saw her put a white napkin in a puke bag. I didn't believe those two could be so brazen as to do this on a plane.
I was asleep but I felt and heard the engine throttle back, we were on our descent into Naji. Then another short flight and we would be at Suva International. We landed in Suva right on schedule, the flight only being twenty-five minutes. After picking up our luggage, we hailed a taxi for the short trip into Suba.
Our hotel was okay, not a five star that's for sure. The prick Jerry was being cheap as usual, Niles and I had to share a room. Traci had an adjoining room next door. I took a shower and left to walk around the city. When I came back, Niles and Traci were watching a movie on TV. They were both propped up on pillows on the bed.
"I know what you two were doing on the flight here," I told them. "I am concerned that this behavior will interfere with our goals for this expedition. As adults, please keep the reason why we are here foremost in your mind for the next six months. Please!"
They both agreed, and promised to not interfere with our mission.
"Tomorrow I will go down to the harbor to check on our charter work boat. The warehouse is my next stop. I'll arrange for the transfer of our supplies to the boat. There is a RIB for shorter trips, that will have to loaded also.
"What is a RIB?" Traci asked.
"Rigid Inflatable Boat," Niles responded. "Looks like a regular boat on the bottom and an inflatable boat on the sides."
"Oh, okay, thanks"
I woke up around 3 AM to pee. I saw that Niles bed was empty. I would bet my last nickel he and Traci are banging each other next door. After peeing; I went back to bed. I listened and all was quiet in the next room. Either they were finished fucking or they were being extra quiet because of me. Their screwing each other was not my problem unless they screwed up the research.
When I got up, Niles was in his bed snoring. I kicked his bed, "Wake up! Time to have breakfast."
Niles sleepily asked, "What time is it?"
"Seven, time to get up and get the day going. By the way, where were you about three this morning?"
"Do I need to answer that?" He asked.
"No, but I pretty sure you were in Traci's room fucking her."
"No I wasn't, I was awake so I went outside for a walk. When I got back you were snoring. I went back to bed hoping to catch a couple more hours of sleep. And what's it to you who I fuck or don't fuck?"
"Just don't go screwing up any of my work or knocking her up. I need her available for all six months."
Niles got up and headed for the bathroom. I went to Traci's room and knocked on her door. No answer, so I knocked again. Still no answer. Maybe she was in the shower washing Nile's stink off. I headed to the restaurant. Sitting there all alone was Traci. "Mind if I join you? I asked her.
"Please sit, I was hoping you or Niles would be coming down soon. Today is going to be busy and I wanted to get an early start. Do you think we will be ready to leave tomorrow?"
"I won't guarantee it, but we should be leaving the pier at sun up. The itinerary estimates two days from here to our rendezvous island. From there we will search all the little islands looking for this insect."
When Niles came into the restaurant, he saw us and sat down at the table. "Good Morning Traci. Here's hoping you slept well. Have you two ordered yet?"
Just then the waitress came to the table and we placed our orders. I went over today's tasks, assigning each of us specific chores to do. I told Niles about the sun up departure and that we would be at sea for two days. I also requested that we meet for dinner here at the restaurant.
We departed our separate ways to perform our assigned tasks. Later that evening we again met at the restaurant for dinner. We all ordered the best steak on the menu. Who knows how long before we'll have a decent meal again. We retired for the evening, knowing that we would be meeting at 4 AM for breakfast.
Niles and I were eating breakfast when Traci came down to eat. I had another cup of coffee while we waited for her. As soon as she finished breakfast, it was time to head to the harbor.
As we approached the dock, where the boat was tied up, the sun was lighting up the morning sky. The boat's crew were already aboard and ready to leave. As soon as we three boarded, the engines were started and the mooring lines were released. We were on our way to an unknown adventure.
*****
Two days later, I was on deck when I saw a small green patch appear on the horizon. The rendezvous island was in site. Forty-five minutes later we were tied up to a rickety looking old pier, unloading our gear. The island was small with only five inhabitants. There were a lot of supplies unloaded for the locals to haul away. Traci, Niles and I hauled most of ours to a small warehouse not far from the pier. Only what we needed for the day was left on the dock.
All our delicate equipment was secured in waterproof containers. Niles and I launched and prepared the RIB. Niles, Traci and I loaded our equipment. I checked and double checked that we had enough fuel on board to last for six days. I pressed the number one starter button. The engine cranked a few seconds before roaring to life. The same procedure and the second engine roared to life also. I let the engines warm up for a minute before shifting them both into forward gear. I maneuvered the RIB away from the dock and headed out into the open sea. The pier faded into the distance as we set out to find our first island to explore. Using our GPS system we found our island within the hour.
I handed Niles and Traci their satphone which was already preprogrammed with each other's phone number. I also handed each one a laminated photo of the insect we were looking for.
"If either of you find the insect, call me and we'll meet you at your location. Any questions?"
"How will you know where we are at?" Traci asked.
"Your GPS location is automatically sent with the call. If you press the 'Find" button, all of our locations will appear on your phone. You can then use the GPS locater to guide you to whomever you select. Pretty neat huh?"
We practiced for a few minutes before we split up. I spent the better part of the morning looking but not finding my insect. I called Niles and Traci and asked if they had any luck, both responded in the negative. "Take a break for lunch then," I said.
We had packed granola bars and water for our lunches. After eating I spent another two hours searching and having no luck. I called the other two and we headed back to the beach. The ride back seemed longer than it actually was. We were very tired and after eating dinner we all hit the sack. Tomorrow would be another day just like today.
These tomorrows lasted for a month, then two months. We could not find the insects anywhere. There was another set of islands that we could search, but we would have to be gone for a few days. It was fifty kilometers from our rendezvous island. All of us thought it would be a good idea to search those islands. They were within the range of our RIB. The next day was spent preparing a weeks worth of food, water and clothing. We had everything packed and ready to go.
"Get a good nights rest," I said. "We'll be leaving at sun up. Goodnight Traci... Niles."
The next morning we headed out on time. The ocean was calm and we were making good time. Traci had made a batch of sandwiches for lunch. I slowed the boat down so we could eat. There was a lot of joking between the three of us. Niles couldn't keep his eyes off of Traci and her bikini. Traci was a real piece of eye candy. Her five foot five body supported her C cup boobs superbly. Traci teased Niles relentlessly. She even teased me, but I think that was just to tease Niles more. Traci liked to look at his bulging swim trunks. Niles was hung pretty good and I believe Traci wanted to have sex with him. I was getting somewhat horny from mentally picturing him driving that black pole into her white pussy.
I thought of Susan and wondered how she was today. I wondered if Jerry was still trying to get in her pants. He sure was a persistent bastard when it came to Susan. I've seen Susan looking at the bulge in his pants a couple of times. She didn't just glance; it would more qualify as a stare. I never said anything about it and neither did she.
I pushed the throttles forward and the boat came back up to speed. There was a wind kicking up and the ocean wasn't so smooth anymore. I changed our direction, we headed straight for the closest island. That is where we would spend the night before heading out on tomorrow's search.
I looked in the direction of about ten o'clock and saw some not so friendly looking clouds. I pointed them out to Niles and Traci. I yelled out, "Get the PFD's out and put them on. Looks like we are in for some bad weather."
After Niles had his on, he took the wheel so I could put mine on. I was surprised that the school had bought us the best deep water vests available. Automatic inflation, whistle, even a pocket for a radio.
I took back control of the boat. I pushed the throttles to full speed. The ocean surface was beginning to have some very high swells. Now I really had to start driving the boat. I had to throttle back right before we reached the top of a swell so we wouldn't go flying over. Then I'd gun the engines again until the next big swell would hit us.
Traci and Niles were hanging onto the boat. I didn't blame them, the ride was becoming pretty rough. Unbeknown to me, a cyclone was bearing down on us. We had a few more kilometers before we reached the relative safety of the island. I could see the trees whenever we were at the top of a swell. The waves were very high now. I guess twenty to thirty feet. The engines were struggling to keep us moving.
I heard Traci scream and that's the last I remember. A rogue wave had hit our boat, slamming me into the console and knocking me unconscious.
When I came to, I opened my eyes and saw a canopy of trees above me. The storm had passed and I could hear the sounds of the ocean surf. My head hurt terrible. I had a headache like I'd never had before. My jaw felt like I had been kicked and it was broken. I felt my head, there was dried blood all down one side and onto my shoulder. I slowly moved my jaw, it wasn't broken thank god.
I sat up and looked around me. The boat was in amongst the trees, hidden from view. The storm must have tossed the boat inland. I looked for Traci and Niles. I called for them, "Niles, Traci." Over and over I called. There was no response.
Our gear and supplies were still secure in the boat. I tried to stand up and fell back. I sat there for maybe an hour, wondering what had happened. Where were my fellow researchers, I had to find them. Finally, I had recovered enough and was able to move around. I walked toward the sound of the ocean. I walked up and down the beach, yelling their names, receiving no replies. Their fate slowly crept into my mind, they were probably drowned at sea. I sat down on the sand and cried. I was on my own, but I had my satellite phone. I felt my shirt pocket where I had stored it. The pocket and phone were not there. My pocket was ripped from my shirt, the phone lost.
I walked back to the boat and looked for the phone, it would be my ticket out of here. The phone was nowhere to be found. The realization that I was lost at sea was setting in. My only hope would be that someone would come looking for us after we didn't return to base.
I was getting hungry, thank god the supplies were lashed to the boat's deck. I untied the waterproof containers. Our supplies were dry and so was our equipment. Niles camera and equipment were still dry and intact. I opened a hatch into the hull of the boat. The cases of bottled water had survived also. I was going to be okay for awhile.
I cleared a place to set up the tent and build a small fire. After I set up the tent, I set up the camp stove. I cooked myself one of my favorite dishes, beanie-wienies. We had brought a case of assorted canned food. There was enough for three people to be fed for a week. That should last me until someone rescued me.
I broke out my journal and recorded what had happened. I wrote about how sad I felt about losing Traci and Niles to the sea. I wrote about the injury to my jaw and head. I took Niles camera and snapped a picture of my wound. It was a nasty gash. I wondered how long I had been unconscious, there was a nice scab already over the cut. I must have been out for a couple of days from the way the scab was formed. I took a clean cloth and water and washed away the dried blood. I remembered that Traci had packed a small personal bag, I looked and sure enough there was a mirror amongst her other feminine items. The mirror helped me clean my wound further. I was going to have a nasty scar. My cut run from my hairline, over my forehead, and down below my ear. How that didn't kill me, I'll never know.
I went back to the boat to remove and stow our gear in the tent. I was surprised to see a footprint. I looked around and there were more footprints in the sand. I had boots on and these were prints from bare feet. There had to be other people on this island and I would find them. I would start out first thing in the morning searching for the island's inhabitants.
I had a very fitful sleep, my headache was still a hurtful pain. When I woke up the next day, my head was still pounding, but not as bad as yesterday. I mixed up water and powdered egg mix for breakfast. Traci had thought enough to bring a box of individual catsup servings. I felt like I was eating a king's breakfast. The cleaning done, I walked to the beach and built a mound of rocks and dead palm fronds to mark the location of my tent. Then I went back to my boat so I could track the footprints.
Have you ever had the feeling you were being watched? Then you looked around and there was no one. That is exactly how I felt. I walked and tracked. Maybe a kilometer later, the footprints continued on a well used path. I snapped a tree branch so I could find my way back. I followed the path for another kilometer or two when I entered a small clearing. Standing on the other side of the clearing were ten men, spears and arrows pointed directly at me. Their faces were painted and their bodies covered with black tattoos. They looked as mean as hell!
I held up my hands, I had no weapons, only a pocket knife. One of the men advanced toward me, his spear at the ready. "Musta," I said, in Tagalog. Tagalog being the language most islanders use. Maybe he would understand me.
"Ano po ang pangalan nila?" He asked me.
Great, he spoke a language that I had a smattering of knowledge about.
"Ang pangalan ko ay... Mike." The man lowered his spear. I was relieved to see the others lower their weapons also.
"Ano," he gestured for me to follow him.
I followed him as he left the clearing, the other men fell in line behind me. We walked for thirty or forty minutes before we came to a village. I heard a drum being pounded loudly. The villagers came out and stared at me. There were kids, women and men. They were looking at me like I came from Mars. The man I followed, waved his hands and grunted out some commands. Everyone scattered and we walked to a large hut. The hut had a thatched roof and reed walls. It was the largest in the village, it must be the chief's dwelling. There were five smaller huts surrounding the chief's hut. I surmised they were probably for his wives and children.
The chief invited me into his house. I was somewhat surprised that most of the communication was with hand gestures. Words weren't used like I was used too. The chief sat in his chair, then he motioned for me to sit. There were no chairs, so I sat on the ground. He looked at me for a few seconds. I wondered what he was thinking and what was going to happen to me. I needn't worry, he smiled and clapped his hands. Women brought baskets of fruit and cooked fish into the room. They placed them on the platform around the chief's chair. They silently left and we were alone again.
Another clap of the chief's hands and the elderly men entered the hut and sat down. The last elder coming in clapped his hand once and the remainder of the men entered and sat behind the elders. The chief started talking and moving his hands like crazy. Once in awhile an elder or elders would grunt in what sounded like agreement. The communications lasted for a few minutes before the chief clapped his hands. He stood up and so did all the men. He motioned for me to stand also. He took a small basket and filled it with fish and fruit. He walked over and handed it to me. The chief motioned for me to sit. When I was seated the chief filled his small basket with food and then the others did the same. Elders first, then the other men.
We were all seated and eating when I heard flutes playing. A trio of young women came into the hut and entertained us while we ate. The music was cheerful and light. The fish was superb, very tasty, and the fruit was fresh. Once we completed dinner, the chief clapped his hands again. This time one woman, maybe in her twenties, came in and danced to the flute music. Then another woman entered and danced also. When there was a total of five women dancing, the elders started to clap. That must have been a signal, because the women slowly stripped down until they were nude. They continued to dance. One of the dancers took my hand and waved for me to stand up. I did, but what do I do now? I didn't have to be concerned, she placed her hands on my hips and started me swaying and twisting. More men were dancing with the four remaining women. I watched them and danced like they were doing.
The woman I was dancing with smiled. Ah, the smile, no matter where you are from, the smile means the same. In Tagalog, I asked my partner her name. She just shrugged her shoulders like she didn't understand, and continued to dance. More women entered the hut and danced with the men. The chief stood up and came toward me. He tapped me on the top of my head and he did the same to my dancing partner. She took my hand and pulled me outside, towards one of the surrounding huts.
Later I would learn that she was the favorite wife of the chief. The chief tapping my head and hers was her signal to take me to her hut and have sex with me.
We entered the hut and two men with spears stood outside the entrance. The chief's wife was naked and she started to take my pants off. I tried to hold my pants up. She looked at me and shook her head, motioning like she was spearing my body. She then looked out at the men stationed at the entrance to her hut. I got the message real fast, I was to get naked or else. My clothes were in a heap on the floor. She pointed to herself, "Mutu."
"Mutu?" I asked.
She shook her head fast. Her name must be Mutu.
"Mike," I said.
"Mike," She said, while looking at my now slowly lengthening cock.
She lay back on a reed mattress and motioned for me to follow. Was I supposed to fuck the chief''s wife? I shook my head no. She must have thought I didn't understand her. She touched her index finger to her thumb, making a circle. With her other index finger she made an in and out motion. I got that message quick, it was time to fuck. I shook my head no. I wanted to be true to Susan. Again Mutu made the spear jabbing motions. I crawled onto the reed mattress as Mutu spread her legs.
I slid my swiftly hardening cock up and down her slit, she was wet. I have a fairly thick cock about eight inches long. Mutu was a very small woman, maybe five foot tall and about one hundred pounds. I would have to go slow or I could hurt her. I pushed my cockhead into her. There was a quiet gasp from her. I looked down at her and she smiled. I kept looking at her as I pushed another inch into her rapidly expanding wet pussy. She smiled again, I went for broke and drove my cock full depth into her.