Alone On An Island With Seven Gorgeous Women

I felt like my brain was stuffed with a thick wad of cotton which muffled all of my thoughts. I stumbled like a drunken person across the red carpet of the cabin.

It wasn't alcohol that caused my loss of control, but the whirlwind swirling in my heart.

In my arms, I cradled the urn that held the ashes of my comrade.

We lost much that was important in that nightmare of a battle, including some of our comrades. It was the last battle I fought in during my time in the military. I tried to push the tragedy out of my mind.

But fate never tires of playing cruel jokes.

Just before I boarded the plane, I received a call from my girlfriend. She spoke coldly and quickly. "Marlon, we are not meant to be together. We need to break up. You can't give me the life I want. I'm going to marry Cohen in a week. If you come to our wedding, I hope you can give us your best wishes as a friend. Then we can all move on with our lives."

Anger and despair tore my heart to shreds.

My girlfriend had been in love with me for five years, but decided to dump me when I was finally discharged from the army! Not only that, but she was going to marry my close friend!

She was getting married in just a week?

How the hell could this be happening? How could she betray me so blatantly?

I felt like a clown out of place in the middle of a tragic play.

The plane took off. The feeling of weightlessness was uncomfortable, like an invisible hand squeezing my heart.

My mood continued to spiral downwards.

"What should I do?"

I ran my fingers over the urn. I couldn't help but ask the question, even though I knew no one would answer.

I wanted to fly back to my hometown immediately and punch Cohen Ruiz in the face!

Then I would tell my ex-girlfriend that I wasn't going to stand by quietly and let her and Cohen betray me in such a heinous way!

But I knew that this would only make things worse.

Besides, Cohen's family held a lot of power in my hometown. He would easily be able to dispose of me if I confronted him.

My silence was interrupted by an exclamation from the passenger next to me.

"Oh my God! You're carrying an urn!"

I turned around and saw an attractive blonde woman sitting next to me. I could tell she was beautiful even though she was wearing sunglasses, but her beauty was marred by the look of disgust on her face.

"Stewardess! Stewardess!" she shouted. "Upgrade me right now! I can't believe I would encounter such a thing during my first time flying in the economy class! Stay away from me. You will bring me bad luck."

I clenched my fists and glared at her. "I'm holding the ashes of my comrade-in-arms," I said in a hoarse voice. "He's a national hero, and you should show some respect for his sacrifice!"

The disgust did not leave the blonde beauty's face. "How do I know you're not lying? Your face is as pale as a ghost! You don't look like a soldier at all!"

"How dare you!" I wanted to slap her, but I held myself back.

From the stewardess's shocked reaction, I knew that my face must be a red mask of anger.

"Madam, what can I do for you?" The stewardess walked over gracefully, keeping her distance from me. I saw on her nametag that her name was Tracey Happer.

"I want to upgrade to a higher class! I don't want to sit near him," the blonde beauty snapped.

"I'm sorry, Madam, but the business class is full," the stewardess said sheepishly. "Please wait a moment. I need to ask my manager what to do."

Just as she finished speaking, the plane began to tremble, and then to shake violently.

A voice said over the broadcast system, "Passengers, please don't panic! Fasten your safety belts! Take the oxygen mask stored above you and put it on! Please stay in your seat!"

Chaos filled the cabin, and the sounds of screaming and crying echoed off the walls.

I forgot about the blonde woman's anger, fastened my seat belt, and put on the oxygen mask.

The plane shook intensely, filling me with a sense of weightlessness.

It was clear that the plane was falling quickly!

All I could do was grasp the urn tightly and pray.

I knew that holding an object during an impact could cause me to be injured, but I refused to let go. I was holding a hero, my closest comrade-in-arms!

Damn you, fate! Why keep playing these sadistic jokes on me?

Resentment filled my heart.

I saw parts of the plane falling off and the sea rushing up below us.

The plane hitting the water produced an ear-splitting crash. Seawater instantly poured into the cabin. The cold and bitter water filled our mouths and noses.

I couldn't just sit here and wait to die!

I unfastened my seat belt and was about to swim to safety when I saw that the blonde beauty next to me was struggling desperately in the dark water.

She was trapped by her seat belt.

Her hair drifted like seaweed in the cold water. I couldn't help but pity her frightened face.

Then I remembered the disgusted expression that had been on her face just a minute before. I hesitated.

Should I save her or not?

I hesitated a moment longer, then reached out to help her unfasten her seat belt.

It must have been God's will that she didn't die from the huge impact we had just endured.

'God wants me to save her,' I thought.

Once she was free of her seat belt, I grasped the urn in one hand and kicked my feet hard to propel myself out of the drowned cabin. I thrashed the water with my free arm, struggling to float upwards.

My ears were filled with the sound of waves and roaring sea wind, and my eyes were dazzled by bright sunshine.

I gulped deep breaths of air and grasped a piece of floating debris. I placed the urn carefully on top of the debris so I wouldn't have to carry it.

Son of a gun! Where was I?

The vast sea was speckled with fragments of the plane. Obviously the plane was split into two. One half where I was in was sinking rapidly here while the other half must be somewhere else.

I saw the beautiful woman's blonde hair appear out of the water as she gasped for air. She had escaped too.

"What is going on? Where am I?" she shouted, desperate for an answer.

I turned my gaze away from her and didn't answer, because I had just noticed that there were other people nearby.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Here! Come hold on to this debris!"

The two figures stopped thrashing at the sound of my voice. I recognized one of them as the stewardess, Tracey.

"Let's stay together!" I had to shout as loud as I could to be heard over the roaring waves.

The two people swam towards me subconsciously. Maybe they were drawn to me because I was keeping calm in a crisis.

Soon, to all of our relief, the four of us were gathered around the piece of debris.

As social creatures, humans like to have someone else to rely on when they're in danger.

I decided to start by introducing myself. "My name is Marlon Becker, and I am a veteran. You should all introduce yourselves so we know who we can rely on for help in the future."

"My name is Tracey Happer and I'm a flight attendant. I have no idea what just happened. This is so horrible!" Tracey was crying and thrashing her arms so wildly that she was almost pulled under the waves.

The woman I hadn't seen before spoke up next. She was clinging to a travel bag and was quite beautiful. "My name is Anya Swain. I'm an intern. My arm feels like it is injured, and my legs are tired. Where are we?"

I had no answer to give her.

I noticed that the travel bag Anya was holding onto was mine. At least that was one bright spot in a horrific situation.

The blonde beauty moved closer to me and I could see that she looked a little embarrassed. "My name is Hazel Dixon. Well... thank you for saving me."

I surveyed the crash site but didn't see anyone else alive. "If we want to survive, we have to get out of here."

We couldn't stay in the cold water if we wanted to still be alive when the rescue team came. Otherwise we would die of hypothermia.

"Look, there's land over there! Let's swim there!" We were in luck.

It was thanks to my excellent eyesight that I could just see the distant land. My heart quickened in excitement. As long as there was land, there was hope.

The four of us swam with tired limbs. By the time we got close to the land, we were exhausted.

Our feet touched the soft sand below the waves, and we could half-swim and half-walk towards the shore.

A beautiful golden beach came into view.

There were three lovely women on the beach.

A woman about twenty years old lay unconscious on the sand. Her jeans were adorned with rivets in a punk style. Her coat was filled with bright doodles. Her face was pale, which made me worry about what kind of condition she was in.

There was another figure, who looked a little familiar, squatting on the beach. She seemed to be trying to help the unconscious woman. Her back was slim and her long hair had been tangled into a twisted mess by the sea water. Still, I could tell that she was beautiful without even seeing her face.

Standing to the side was an elegant lady with a panicked expression on her face. She seemed to be about thirty years old. Her white dress was soaked and grains of sand matted her delicate braids. There was a gem necklace hanging askew on her neck.

She saw us making our way towards the beach and began to wave and shout, "Help! Help!"

I threw the debris onto the beach and strode over. "How is she doing?"

"I don't know. We just dragged her out of the water." The elegant lady looked at me like I was her savior. Tears were welling up in her eyes. "Where are we? Why did this happen?"

"Let me take a look at her." I quickly knelt down beside the unconscious woman.

She was not breathing, and her heartbeat was barely there.

"Anya!" I shouted. "She's drowned! We need to do CPR!"

Without professional equipment, CPR was the most effective measure we could take. I had learned how to do CPR in the army, but since Anya was a doctor, she should be the one to do it.

Anya gasped and ran over to confirm what I had said. She looked panicked and embarrassed. "I can't do CPR with an injured arm."

I looked down at the woman's pale face and knew I couldn't delay treatment any longer. I couldn't hesitate. I needed to save her.

"I learned first aid in the army. I'll help you."

Anya gave me a surprised look and nodded. "Okay."

She straightened the woman's head and began to blow air into her mouth.

I pressed her chest rhythmically.

Anya and I were successful. The third time we repeated the process, the woman woke up with a cough.

"Excellent! God has blessed us!" the elegant lady said excitedly.

The woman who I had first seen squatting on the ground smiled and earnestly said, "Thank you! My name is Eliza Reed. I still can't believe we're actually living through the horrible thing that happened today."

"Eliza Reed? So it really is you! I'm your biggest fan!" Tracey exclaimed.

Eliza smiled back. "Now we're all just victims of the same disaster."

Apparently, Eliza was a star. I had rarely paid attention to the entertainment industry while I was in the army.

"Greetings, I'm Karin Sanderson. My husband is..." The lady suddenly stopped herself and didn't finish her sentence. "Nice to meet you," she said instead.

The woman who had just regained consciousness was coughing up water. Once she had caught her breath, she said weakly, "My name is Rosie Ellsworth. My father is the CEO of Ellsworth Group. I never thought that this would happen. Once we get back to civilization, I'm suing this airline into bankruptcy!"

I had heard that the Ellsworth Group was a powerful multinational group.

I didn't expect the daughter of the Ellsworth Group's CEO to be a punk.

The four of us introduced ourselves one by one.

I noticed that Anya's face was pale and I remembered that she had been injured in the crash.

"We need to deal with your wound right now," I said to her. "The bacteria from the sea might give you an infection. We can't wait for the rescue team, because we don't know when they'll be here. I learned how to bandage wounds in the army. I can help you."

Anya was an intern, so she knew that I wasn't lying.

I found anti-inflammatory drugs in my travel bag and crushed them into powder. I slowly applied the powder to Anya's arm and then bandaged her arm with a cloth.

"There is a wound on my leg too." Anya shyly turned her face away from my gaze.

I lowered my head and started treating the wound on her leg. Her skin was delicate and silky smooth, and I slowed down while applying the drugs.

"Hurry up," Anya urged.

I quickly finished applying the drugs and then looked away.