Her cheeks were puffy and wet with faint grey tracks coming down from her eyes. Had she known this was what the day would lead do, Willa would’ve ma...e sure to use her waterproof mascara and eyeliner that morning. Willa’s eyes were bloodshot red and bleary. The same dignity that had kept her from letting them hear her sobs, drove her to splash water on her face and quickly primp herself back to a somewhat put together appearance. Her lack of backbone kept her from lashing out as she would’ve. " I think I was more nervous than she was.I followed her in and closed the door. She looked amazing, as usual. She was wearing a pink sleeveless top with spaghetti straps. It looked about two sizes too small for her as it practically adhered to her lithe, supple body. It came down to the top of her navel. Her flat stomach and pierced bellybutton showed prominently. She had on a tiny white skirt with poofy little frills. Her legs and feet were bear as she glided across the room."I guess we. They went top-side, and the girls leaped lightly to the pier, and started to undo the lines securing the boat. There were no words, and none needed. They had grown up, sailing with their parents, and brother. When the last line was aboard, they sprang easily to the deck and relaxed, as their Dad maneuvered out of the channel, to the sea. Even while relaxed, the girls kept an eye out for other traffic, for their Dad."Where are we going, Daddy?" I think I know a place we can go, where we can be. To his disappointment, the sea was the picture of serenity, with nothing artificial or man-made floating on its surface. "Well, shit", he said, after scanning the surface of the lapping waves once more. Turning away from the ocean, he looked down the beach, first to the left, then to the right. There was nothing but sand and water as far as he could see in either direction. With a resigned sigh, he turned his gaze toward the jungle. A primal survival instinct, buried deep within him, said that.