Shipwrecked



She woke up groaning, her head throbbing, splinters of pain shooting through, like shafts of light breaking into a dark space. She clutched her head in her hands while she slowly rolled herself to a sitting position. She could smell the foliage and hear the gentle lap of the wave admist the rolling pain in her head.

She laid back on the soft, wet sand, her eyes closed, the waves caressing her bare feet, letting the sharp pains in her head subside.
She couldn't quite make out where she was, but she could remember how she got there. And the memory was not a pleasant one, or one she wanted desperately to remember.

She refocused her mind to where she was presently. She listened to the forest behind her, gathering her thought, trying not to think of what laid ahead. For now, she was content to just lie there and pretends she was at the beach and everything was alright with the world.

She had no idea how everyone fared, or whether any other survived the shipwreck, but the possibility that she could be the only one was out here in the middle of nowhere was frightening, to say the least.

 

 At thirty-two, Rosa Garcia, was an accomplished woman, tall, athletic and very beautiful, she was one of the most sought after spinster, the only reason why she was perpetually single was the fact that most men couldn't handle a woman of her status, influence and power. She was intimidating to most men, plain and simple.

She had never really bothered about her life in that respect. She had always been an ambitious, driven person, always on the go for success, always looking out for greater accomplishments. For Rosa, work was her life and family, which is exactly why she was where she is now, shipwrecked on God-knows-where and utterly alone.

She sighed, but took no pity on herself. She hated self-pity and tried as much not to indulge too much in it. She was a strong, tough modern woman who could take care of business.

Rosa knew she'll have to get moving soon, scope out her environment, get first hand Intel on what's become of her cruise and discover a way to stay alive till she could get rescued, but for now, she wanted only to lie there and forget her present troubles.
After about an hour or two, she got gingerly to her feet and, finally, surveyed the wreckage of the Cruise.

"No one else could've survived that". She thought. She wouldn't have survived either, if it wasn't for the man.  The man who had helped her avoid certain demise, to live another day. The man from the Cruise.

She sighed. That couldn't be helped now. She was grateful alright, but that was that. She had some surviving to do. She glanced around and everywhere she looked, everywhere on the Ocean, she could clearly make out the wreckages.

With determination, she turned her back to the Ocean, and the wreckage, to face the life ahead of her in an unknown Island.

This is the opening chapter to a novel I am trying to finish. 
God, help me! 😁 
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