Barbara's Yacht House

Barbara Lockheart's eyes fluttered open as she pulls herself from the fetal position on the mattress. The zebra print sheets sliding off her naked form, her long dark hair spilling over her shoulder as she held the sheets to her bosom, only managing to cover one of the large, jiggly orbs as she sat up in the bed. The silk sheets underneath were nice... comfy for the tropical weather she had endured for the last six years. Her eyes falling to the portraits left in this cabin by the man who took her, and several other girls, now dead, out here back then:



Handsome, but was a pervert. And he abandoned the ship during that storm, leaving most of the staff and crew behind... what an asshole! She then turned her attention to the other images of the man, standing beside some giant, nasty, slug monster of a creature. Apparently, the slug ran the business operation she was going to be put to work for, prior to the accident, but had she taken a look of this benefactor? She'd have said no in a heart beat:



Though she found the picture of the worm in the top hat and suit top semi-hilarious, he was a hideously green maggot of a creature whom even the man who brought her here seemed disgusted, and afraid of. There were images where the pair stood side by side, and you could see the unease in his face... while the large red eyes of the creature seemed to sneer:



There were some clues to this large creature's, fearful reputation aside from his appearance. Barb had came across some files the original owner of the Yacht had made, desperately looking for women of high quality to work in the floating 'strip club' which was to be the ship she now lived on, or more to work as 'bunnies' at his club in a remote place in the Beijio Mountains. He was paranoid, and apparently 'ate' the last bunch of girls sent to him, and said he'd probably be dead if he couldn't deliver to Mr. J, the worm, on time.

She supposed that 'Yacht Boy' who hired her, even if he did survive the storm, was probably six feet under somewhere... Mr. J the Slug probably feasting on other gals... She wondered if Mr. Jay could survive a day in her shoes out here on Shi no Shima...

She pulled herself off the bed, and got herself dressed, pulling the sheets away from the window to stare out at the sea. She could still see smoke from the large dragon who attacked the island a few days ago... but doubted the flames would consume the island. If only...

Barb slipped her tank top on, squishing her bursting bosom into the tight top before grabbing her spear and headed from the cabin to the hall then up a flight of stairs to the deck. The large ship was dragged far from the shoreline, nestled into the palm and coconut trees she harvested from, and had a huge hole on the bottom half, making the vessel not sea worthy. All the engine parts, technical gismos were fried and had been removed by her to make other useful materials, and the engine and boiler room had been turned into ashes after that one thunderstorm a few years back.

She stood there, spear against the decking as she turned her head to the dragon flying in the clouds, the sound of a plane or zippy airship and a dropship. She covered her eyes, watching the scene unfolding. "New arrivals..." She mumbled, shaking her head. "...if they survive that long."

She watched the large Dropship drop from the skies... turning her head to face where it landed, but the island trembled upon its landing. She held onto the railing of the ship, and glanced back up into the trees.

That isn't good... She thought. Where it landed... roughly was where that crazy old man who lived here longer than her, called the 'Green Hell' zone. Its where the jungle is at its thickest, and it was home to the frogmen tribe and the Red-Eyes tribe... which also meant their living 'Goddess' who liked the flesh of mortals, namely for snacks. She sighed, running a hand through her bangs... I'd feel bad if I didn't check it out before the old man does. He'll probably snag anything of use if I don't... Maybe they'll have chocolate? Hmm... wishful thinking. Still... there's the people on board too to consider... eh, well, if they don't get eaten up first. She told herself, grabbing her survival supplies and vaulted over the ship's edge onto the sand, spear in one hand, and made her way into the jungles of Shi no Shima...

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