Darius opened the hatch and climbed out of the sub while hoisting his backpack. Deia followed suit, tying the low hem of her dress into a knot to keep it from swaying about.

He surveyed the area around them with his own eyes and not the GPS, astounded by the view. Apart from the endless blue sea around them with the occasional migratory bird passing over, the shore before them was quite small.

Darius measured about 20 meters between the water and the boundary of coconut trees. This meant that there was actually very little shore for them to use, but they had no real choice.

At least, from what he could see, the coconut and banana trees were ripe. As for whether they were occupied, he couldn't see from this far out, so he would have to hope and pray that they don't offend any animals by touching them.

Darius cricked his neck and jumped into the water. It wasn't that deep, only reaching up to his chest, allowing him to wade through slowly. The further he got from the sub - and the closer to the shore - the faster he moved until he finally reached his destination.

Unfortunately, his Hawaiian shirt and pants were soaked through and through, leaving him uncomfortable. Still, he went closer to the jungle and picked some fallen leaves carefully.

After that, he placed his wet backpack on the sand and then covered it with some leaves. He turned around to see Deia who had finally reached the shore, her entire dress soaking wet.

Naturally, this left her practically naked as it was see-through at this point. She wasn't wearing any underwear given the circumstances she and Darius had been in before having to flee.

Despite it all, Darius found it hard to tear his eyes away. He hadn't been lying to Deia when he told her he had chosen her based on the woman's attractiveness.

She really was to his taste. After the stress so far, Darius had a little less control over himself.

Deia herself was currently squeezing the water out of her red hair with a grimace, muttering under her breath as she squeezed her dress a little. When she saw Darius riveting his eyes at her, Deia was surprised.

She then realized what Darius was seeing and smiled. "Well, like what you see?"

Darius nodded with a soft smile. "Extremely. You are exceedingly beautiful, that I wouldn't lie about."

Deia grinned and responded with sincerity. "Well, you're quite handsome yourself. A lot to my taste, but now isn't the time, is it?"

Darius shook his head to snap himself out of his lustful trance. "You're right, sorry."

Deia nodded in understanding. "Don't worry, the stress is getting to me too. I normally would never get close to another man like this if it weren't for my 'job', but here we are."

Darius took Deia's backpack and placed it also underneath the leaves. He then removed his shorts and placed them on top of the mound, removing his shorts as well.

"Oh? You make it sound like you have a problem with men?" He asked curiously and she stretched himself.

Deia's eyes lit up as she took in Darius's naked body. Naturally, he hadn't been wearing any underwear underneath his Hawaiian shorts since they had in-built net underwear similar to those in swimming trunks.

It would be like wearing underwear twice, not very comfortable. Darius faced Deia without any shyness, placing one arm akimbo as he waited for her answer.

Deia smiled and removed her dress as well, placing it beside Darius' clothes on the leaves to dry. This also left her absolutely naked from head to toe, but with Darius taking the lead - and her own forward personality - she wasn't bothered.

"Well, are we gonna stand here the whole time gazing at each other's birthday suits or what?" Deia asked with amusement.

Darius rubbed his chin and walked into the jungle, pulling some more leaves and some fallen dry wood as well. He then arranged the leaves nicely near their clothes, then lay down on it like it was a beach rest.

Deia chuckled and lay down as well. Both parties did not face each other as they gazed into the orange sky that was leading into sunset.

"And about your question, why do you care if I dislike men?" Deia asked brusquely.

Darius shrugged as he lay there. "I don't particularly care, I just found it interesting. If you don't want to answer, that's also fine."

Deia snorted. "Peh, like we have anything else to do here. Might as well chat about interesting stuff. So how about it, I get to know you, you get to know me, eh?"

Darius felt this was a good idea, for they would be here for 5 days at least. If they remained silent and ignorant of each other, it would be a very tedious and awkward wait.

It would be best to at least establish some rapport with the other. After they returned to civilization, they could go on their own merry way, but right here and now, it was crucial that they were on the same wavelength.

"Great. Since you rescued me, I'll start. I come from Edinburgh and I have my Scottish heritage to thank for my red hair. As for my birth, I have my rapist father to thank for indulging himself in what he called 'a filthy monkey woman'." Deia began with a dry laugh.

"My mother was an illegal immigrant who had overstayed her visa. She was from West Africa and had sought better living opportunities aboard since it was far greener on that side."

"She had taken a simple job as a waitress in a well-visited bar, allowing her to make good money from tips and her wages. It might have been a pittance to the locals, but the currency conversion would have seen her rich in her country."

Deia scratched her belly lightly. "Alas, there were the occasional fellows who felt a bar waitress was synonymous with a prostitute, so they had tried to solicit my mother for sex in exchange for money."