The Search for Fantasia pt 3

The Island

“Land Ho” one of the mates called as they came close to the island that Sir Hooker. Darrius’s great-grandfather put in his notes.

Darrius went to Vivian’s door to inform her that her self-imposed exile had come to an end.

Vivian answered the door wearing a light blue shirt and thigh-high black shorts.

“Yes?”

“We are going on land within the hour.”

“I am ready when you are.”

“Not yet, but you will be.” He said, smiling as he walked away.

Vivian was livid by the way he was acting with her.

They disembarked from the ship, and Vivian decided to keep her distance from Darrius.

They walked over an hour before setting up camp. The sun was setting, and going back was not an option without the flower.

Two of the crewmen went ashore with them as extra protection. Darrius had a pistol strapped to his right hip.

He looked prepared for whatever might come charging at them. The three men set out to do different tasks before they all sat down.

They shared a small meal of beans and dry bread for the night.

“Vivian, why are you so silent?”

“There is nothing to talk about.”

“Gentlemen, can you please excuse us for a moment?”

The two men smiled as they continued eating.

Darrius stood and grabbed Vivian by the arm, leading her into the woods far enough for privacy but close enough in case they needed help.

“Speak your mind, Miss. Spade.”

“You have been taking liberties that I will not encourage.”

“How old are you? One minute you’re a young, vibrant vixen, and the next you act like an old prude.”

Vivian’s hand automatically landed across Darrius’ face.

That caused a look she had not seen on him before. Darrius grabbed her by the elbow and spun her around.

Suddenly, she felt the sting of his hand across her bottom three times. Then he turned her back to face him.

She was greeted by a wild and dominating kiss. Vivian’s senses were in an uproar.

“Never slap me again. I would have preferred to redden your bottom differently, but you needed it, and I needed the kiss. When you gather your senses, I will be sitting with men at the fire.”

He walked away, leaving Vivian stunned and extremely aroused.

It took Vivian twenty minutes to regain her composure before returning.

“Are you alright, Miss.?” Sammy the crewman asked.

Vivian looked at Darrius, who looked at her with a slight smile, waiting for her answer.

“Yes, thanks. When will we be leaving?” directing the question to Sammy.

“The captain said at first light.”

“Then I will get some sleep until then. Good night, all.” Vivian stared at Darrius, waiting for a response.

“Good night, Miss.” The men said as they rose to secure the perimeter.

“Good night, Miss Spade.” He said as he watched her.

There was something about his voice that caused a rush of heat between her thighs. She lay down by the fire and forced herself to drift off.

In the morning, the four of them set off in the direction they were heading yesterday.

“I think we are lost or the flower does not exist,” Vivian said as she continued walking.

“Have faith,” Darrius said as he walked on.

“I need a break. “She stopped and flopped down on the ground.

“Vivian, do not move.”

“Why?”

Before the why escaped her lips, Darrius shot his pistol past her ear.

A large spider was behind her on the tree, dead.

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” he said, smiling.

As she continued to look up at him. She noticed something dangling from the tree. AS she focused, she realized it was the flower.

“The flower!” She called out as she pointed to it.

“Well, damn it was in a tree. How are we going to transport this alive?”

They figured that the little saplings around the tree were light enough to carry, and they cut a few off to see if they could extract the pollen from them.

They returned to the ship with a sense of accomplishment and joy.

They set sail to return home.