Sand...
Sand and fresh air greeted me as I stepped off the boat, onto dry land. The first time in months I was able to do so, the first time in years, being free....

The waves hit my toes and cooled my skin as I reached the shore. Sunlight gleaming down through the trees as a woman stood, beckoning us to come closer.

Here, the rest of us paused, murmuring amongst themselves. Hesitate as to if we should trust her.

"I've got food an' shelter fo' ye', I wouldn't be turnin' you in." She announced, hand on her hip as she brushed back her hair. "An' besides, I won't do any harm, I was like ye too once." She murmured, motioning for us to follow once more.

"Your choice if you come with us." She shouted back to an older man, wearing a look of stubbornness and untrust as he stood where he was while the rest came with her. "There's a big storm comin' too so I suggest ye take cover."

Grumbling under his breath, the man started to slowly walk forward. Following us from behind.

Soon, a string of hut like homes came into view. Taking up most of the west side of the cove. Palm trees on the east side of the island, taking up the rest. We then halted to a stop, a young boy and girl distributing food and clothing to the crowd once we reached a certain point.

After we got our new belongings and something in our stomachs we were then sorted out into homes. Families in theirs, the rest sharing others. With the men and women separated. For the privacy and comfort of both.

She gestured me aside as I was about to go in the women's abode, giving me a slight smile. "You're Jack's woman no?" She asked, picking up a toddler who had wandered over and kissed its head before sending it back to it's mum. "Cora he told me, if I'm correct?"

I gave a nod in reply, a light blush creeping onto my cheek. Making her grin, a playfully smirk.

"Good, then come with me, I'm supposed to look after you." Her long dark hair swished behind her shoulders as she turned, leading me up a path. "I'm Camilla by the way, or Milla, as most call me. Friend of Jack's so you can trust me. He has, for many years now. Which is why I help take care of this place."

"What is this place?" I ask, curious as to where we now were.

"Isla de los perdidos." Milla replied, opening an old wooden door. "Or translate into English: Island of the Lost." She added, a hint of mysteriousness in her voice as we went inside.

"Welcome, Cora, to your new home."

Home.... I pondered, trying to keep the tears at bay as I glanced around. Taking it all in. I have a home, something that I haven't had in years. And, it's a place where I can be safe, as well as free....

All thanks to one man,
                        Thanks to Jack....

"Bath's this way." Milla said in slight amusement, upon finding me standing there. In the hallway, lost in thought. "I'll make supper while you get cleaned." She added, pointing me to the right direction as she turned to go.

"Oh, and by the way:" I heard her say as I reached the washroom and began to undress. "Watch out for the pet snake."

A/N:
Part 2? :)

LucyBoal A much happier story as promised, with no evil tea. 😁)