Giulia heard the guy muttering something between a coff and spit sand; the girl sighed in relief at the thought that he was alive and seemingly unhurted, not that internal damages would be noticeable, but aside from minor bruises and scratches, the man seemed fine. Still, the thought of that brief relief, inadvertently relaxed the girl that now realized how warm the scorching sun was: all of her clothes, drenched in saltwater and sand, started to feel skintight and burning with salt; the sun's heat radiates trough the imbibed clothes acting like a cuirass made of hot seawater and heavy fabrics. Giulia gasped, feelings of nausea and overheating rushed trough her body, feeling an uncomfortable, scary suffucating feeling at her throat... << ...caldo... troppo... caldo...>> panted her groaning at her aching limbs while fevirishly going to remove her black hoodie. As soon as the black fabric was removed and she remained with her blue tank-top, she felt the gentle breeze of the sea lowering her temperature, drying and rinsing her drenched clothes, emitting a satisfied sigh. Still, it soon turned to be the same unbearable dry hotness... with a gasp, she jumped-sat on the sand and removed her shoe and white socks, leaving her pants rolled up to the knees.<br/><br/>Standing up, she looked around; the sun burning on her pale skin and the salty tank top, now rinsed, stood tightly clinged to her plump, large bosom, making her feel tight in the chest. She looked around for a longer time << palme, palme, palme, sabbia, mare>> she described what she saw as to give herself the certainess of what her eyes saw, sadly, not another survivor... nor a corpse... nor a bag... nothing was there. still, not too far away, the white mass of the shoreline broke into a dark cluster with a whiteish triangle on the right side. Squinting her eyes and fixing the glasses with an hand and covering it from the sun with the other, she recognized the whiteish triangle for what was the tail-fin of an aircraft, still, she didn't recognized the emblems on it... maybe she've forgotten the line she flew with...<br/><br/><<...aspetta un momento...>> her drying eyes spotted something else near the green wall of the forest... two... figures... moving... <<...g... gente! >> exclaimed her waving her hands at those figures, hoping to be seen. She jooged for the few meters that separated her from the unknown man, she squatted nearby and pointed at the direction of the figures << Altri! >>