Snippet #936701

A young woman lay on the wet sand, her big brown eyes closed in an unconcious state. Her brown curls were spread out beneath her head in every which way giving her the appearance of a Mexican Medusa. Had one been looking on from a distance they might had missed the woman completly as she was of a small lean build other than her obviously impregnated stomach which stood high of the sand. Her large stomach was just barely covered with a white frilly was tank top that had been soaken from the sea water and was stained in various places by the sea weed and other debris she had encountered. Had the woman's driver's license, something she always kept near as proof of her American citizanship, been found it would have read Rosa Maria Guzman sadly it too had been washed away like most of her other material possesions.

With a sudden gasp for air Rosa lurched forward and her eyes opened large in fright. She breathed heavily as she stared up at the cloudless sky, her eyes blinking several times as they adjusted to the light. Unable to obtain her breath the woman rolled over on her side and coughed up the remaining sea water left in her lungs. She lay on her side for a couple of minuets trying to catch her breath before taking in the situation. Finnaly able to catch her breath Rosa placed a firm hand on her stomach and sat up, she peered around and observed her surroundings. She shuttered at the sight of the water, she had never cared for the beach all that water meant so much potential for drowning not to mention all that sand, she despised sand.

After the realization of where she was finally settled in a thought popped into her head, she was alone. She hadn't seen a single soul for all she had seen, not that she had seen much; to her left had been a large rock that jutted up a good mile above her head, behind her was a dense jungle and to her right was more of the despicable sand and water. There was no one there, no elderly couple, no captain, no military family, none of the people she had seen on the ship no Jayce. Jayce! She scrambled up off the sand her body screaming in protest to the quick movement, well as quick as her pregnangt self could manage without wobbling over again. Where was her husband? "Jayce" she screamed out his name her eyes frantically combing the place over for him. She found a small group of people she had missed in her disoriented observance earlier, perhaps he was with them.

"Jayce, Jayce!" she yelled his name at the top of her lungs as she began to walk as best she could towards the people. There wasn't many of them only 2 and a man laying in the sand not to far off, but Jayce was with them, he had to be, he must be there. She walked to fast for a woman in her condition and fell many times as she made her desperate plight for her husbannd. She finally made it to the group, her body encrusted in sand from her many falls, she surveyed the group quickly and her face fell, he wasn't there. "Have you seen my husband?" she asked the group desperatly searching there faces for some spark of hope, something to cling to "He's about 5'7 with red hair and blue eyes? Please you must have seen him."