Pandemonium at Pandora's Cove
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Trinket on 27-12-2008, 21:01:17</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Pandemonium at Pandora's Cove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trinket</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 21:01:17</strong>
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				Kerensa gazed out into the twilight, but the stars were hidden from view by the storm clouds and only a sliver of the moon reamined visable as the tempest rushed over the sea. She kept inside the little straw hut built inside the cove to keep most of the winds from causing it to collapse completely. The cave there at the cove was long and provided adequate protection from the elements. However she preferred to watch the storm which even at that moment was causing trees to fall and the waters to turn turbulent as the current came from one direction and the wind moved it in another. Many ships had passed by in the night and she always wondered about the people on it and what else those vessels might have carried. At the cove it had been just herself and her parents, but five years ago her father had passed away and only eighteen months ago her mother. That had been when she'd discovered both their diaries about the things they did together. She pretended it was other people, a book instead of something that had happened between them. Her gift for her twentith was a copy of all the things they themselves had enjoyed and it had come to the other island where sometimes things were left though a rare treat it was. Yet there was no one to enjoy them or play with them with.<br><br>Tilting her head she thought she saw a ship in the distances fighting against the inevitable. It was to far away for her to be of any use, hopefully whomever was on it would escape to safety on one of the several islands, as long as it wasn't the one she lived on. Although to have just one companion, it would be nice. Leaning back against the smooth rock she closed her eyes, the palms overhead providing protection from the rain, not realizing something, or rather someone was about to be washed ashore from the wreck of a ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandemonium at Pandora's Cove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>alkaline veins</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 21:30:55</strong>
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				The boy was looking for adventure when he first set out with the ship, just excited to escape the small town he'd grown up in his entire life, yet this was not what he'd always dreamed about as a child. Growing up, his parents had owned a small tavern and, since he was often expected to help, he'd heard more than his fair share of stories about the excitement of the seas. So, when he finally found a ship willing to take him on as a simple deck hand, he'd jumped at the chance. Adventure awaited, and there was no time to waste.<br><br>As the storm struck, and he was jolted from his sleep, the boy reluctantly pushed himself from the bunk and staggered towards the upper decks. When he finally made it through the door, the strong winds and rain almost seemed to knock him to his feet immediately. However, the boy regained his balance and managed to work his way over towards the railing cautiously, grabbing a rope to help the other deck hands try to pull in the sails. He hadn't quite expected the work to be so strenuous, but there was no turning back. As he heard someone scream for help, he turned quickly before everything quickly went dark.<br><br>As his body slid towards the railing, it went almost unnoticed as it fell off the edge and into the dark, churning waters below. It would be hours before it was discovered, thrown upon the shores of a distant island. He had blood running down the side of his face, from where he'd been hit, and his body was bruised and scraped from being tossed among the rocks. What remained of his clothes were torn and tattered, covering his slender, tone figure as it sprawled out across the sand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandemonium at Pandora's Cove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trinket</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 22:03:36</strong>
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				The sounds did not carry to her ears, but as her eyes fluttered open she saw something, some shape on the sands of the cove. She couldn't quite make out what it was, but curiosity got the better of her as she stood up and walked out toward the shore. Thunder crashed and lightening flashed, but it was all far enough away not to worry her to much, but those out on the sea would have a difficult time keeping afloat. She'd heard tales aplenty from her own father who had at some point himself been a man of the sea. Well he still was while alive, gone for at least half the year before returning home until he retired, but soon after his life had been claimed by something that she nor her mother could explain. Then her mother after a few years struggle with her broken heart had succumbed to death. <br><br>Once she came to where she had seen the shape on the sand her eyes widened. It wasn't just a shape or a shadow, it wasn't a creature from the depths of the sea or just some lost cargo from ships in passing. It was a human like herself, but -- was he alive or had he drowned to be washed to land when it was to late? Carefully she bent down to examine the body, placing her hand before his nose to see if he still breathed. He was bloody, the rocks could have done him in if he'd bled to much. For a moment she admired his physique, but she couldn't dwell on that when if he still had breath left he could be in danger of meeting the angel of the dead.<br><br>Bending down she placed one of his arms over around her shoulder, trying to take some of his weight at her side. She'd have a horrible time dragging him, but she had to get him out of that weather and into the cave where she could build a fire and keep him warm and tend to his wounds. It took some doing, but eventually she made it and nearly dropped him, but caught his head at least before it could hit the hard rock surface of the cave. The fire would have to wait, all the wood was soaked, but she could get a blanket and use a cloth and some rainwater to clean him up a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandemonium at Pandora's Cove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>alkaline veins</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 23:01:09</strong>
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				As his eyes finally began to open, he let out a low, groan of pain as he began to softly writhe of the cold floor of the cave. The deep, low roll of thunder could still be heard in the distance as he tried to push himself up just a bit. He could feel the damp, moist floor beneath his fingertips as he rose just a bit, but finally collapsed back down as the throbbing pounding in his head seemed to heighten. His eyes blurred and spun as he tried to glance around, but finally he gave in as he tried to just get a feeling for his surroundings.<br><br>Slowly he began to come too a little more though, curling tightly in the blankets the girl had given him. As he shook softly, he couldn't help but sigh just a bit. He had no idea where, or how he'd arrived there though, and as he ran his hand up through his hair, he could feel the sticky drips of blood clinging to it just a bit. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandemonium at Pandora's Cove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trinket</strong> on <strong>28-12-2008, 10:44:48</strong>
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				She noticed when he began to stir, but she didn't think there'd be to much he could do after that ordeal. There was only one explaination she could think of, he'd been on that distant ship. She prayed whomever else had been on it were safe. She'd come in with a makeshift bucket filled with water and a cloth. Taking the clothe she knealt beside him. "Here let me wipe away the blood. You must have run into some of the rocks on your way to the shore." Gently she wet his hair to get any remaining particles of blood out, then wet the cloth again to wipe wherever else she found blood.<br><br>"Try to wiggle your toes and slowly move your limbs, that way we'll know whether or not you've broken anything. Hopefully not, but if you have they need to be set."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pandemonium at Pandora's Cove</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>alkaline veins</strong> on <strong>28-12-2008, 20:19:24</strong>
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				The soft voice that echoed against the hard walls of the cave startled him just a bit as the boy opened his eyes to try and locate the mysterious sound. When he felt the soft cloth pressed against his head though, he reluctantly gave in and just enjoyed the light pressure being applied. He could feel soft, slow drips of water running down his cheek as the woman cleaned him up a bit, her soft voice sending a chill down his spine though as the delicate medley twisted through his head.<br><br>Just as she commanded, the boy started to wiggle his extremities, shifting slightly to look for any pain beyond simple bruising. Comforted by the fact that he seemed to be in one piece, he smiled just a bit and opened his eyes again, finding her own for the first time, the stunning gaze sending another tingle through his body. "Thank you..." he whispered softly as he finally regained composure, glancing back towards the ground and stubbornly trying to push himself into an upright position as he looked around a bit. "Where... where am I?"
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