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Chapter 4: Hope
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Jake and the Castaway Daughters
a Novelette by Varkel
Spring, 2000
CHAPTER 4: Hope
Yesterday's corpses were gone without a trace. Once again Jake
was assailed by feelings of guilt and shame. Instead of returning
to bury them when he had a shovel, he had succumbed to rum and
awful sin. Nevertheless he felt relief at their absence -- and no
particular surprise. The human body is heavy, but in the Mexican
War he had witnessed how quickly it becomes distended with the
gasses of putrefaction. That condition had aided the high tide
and storm winds, which together had cleaned this beach, not just
of its human flotsam. Now the strand glistened pristine in the
early sun.
Above the cove he verified the suitability of the small clearing,
spied yesterday, for siting a camp. It was protected by the hill
from western storms and from southern storms by the opposite rock
wall, yet lay open to the common breeze from the northeast. It
was a shelf of level rock, thus the absence of vegetation. Fallen
stone could be used to construct both a sturdy shelter and a wall
to protect against the terrible eastern storms. Food was nearby,
literally growing on the palm, banana and breadfruit trees, and a
crystal stream danced down the center of the cut.
It was perfect, but would the girls agree to live with him there?
It was Belle whom he had to convince, he knew. He must win her
forgiveness. But how?
* * *
He returned to the mound on the beach bearing two ripening bunches
of bananas hung over his shoulder and discovered, in addition to
three well-scraped coconut rinds, the shovel taken yesterday from
the boat. The girls must have found it, he concluded thankfully,
thinking how it would ease the construction of the camp. Sitting
in its tang was a small wooden box, also from the boat, "Bear
Grease," according to its label. For his sunburn? Lowering the
bananas, he took it up, pried off the lid with the knife point and
slathered the white salve onto arms and forehead with immediate
relief. How fortunate for the girls to find exactly what he
needed! How good of them to offer it, under the circumstances!
He held up the bananas and shouted several times into the tree
line, "Come and eat!"
They were slower responding. Finally the three of them, still in
white petticoats, appeared on the beach and approached cautiously.
He tore off a ripe banana and half-peeled it one side at a time,
turning it in his hands so that they could study the operation.
Then he took a large bite, chewed and swallowed. At last his
stomach seemed to welcome the food.
"This is a banana," he told them. "I see you liked the coconut.
You'll like bananas even better. And thank you for the bear
grease. That was very thoughtful."
He backed away and they took his place on the mound. Belle peeled
a banana as he had done and tasted it cautiously. Her expression
showed approval. She said something in Chinese and passed the
fruit to her sisters. Shortly each of them was eating her own
banana with obvious pleasure, chatting all the while in a Chinese
dialect. He smarted at the intentional rudeness but withheld
comment because he understood that he deserved to be excluded.
He told them, "I've found a place down the beach that would make a
good campsite. It has food and water, and we can build a shelter
there to protect us from the rain and from storms. It's high
enough to see a passing ship and for a ship to see our smoke or
fire. Would you like to come and see it?"
The girls regarded each other. Belle turned to face him. "We'll
stay here, thank you."
He bowed towards them. "As you wish. I'm going there to work on
it. If you need me, come down the beach as far as you can and
call for me."
"Would an ax and a saw be of help?" Belle asked around her
mouthful of banana.
"Yes, of course. Wonderful help!" He cocked his head. "Do you
mean you actually found them?"
"Wait for us." She added something in Chinese. The girls threw
down their banana peels and turned away into the tree line. Jill
looked back just before she disappeared.
* * *
They helped themselves to second bananas, watching the man's
figure, burdened with the tools, plod down the beach.
Jill asked thoughtfully, "Do you bargain differently in English?"
"What do you mean?" asked Belle.
"I watched Auntie Lee bargain for vegetables with the hawkers.
They waved their hands and yelled a lot."
Belle smiled. "They were bargaining for price. Auntie Lee and
the hawkers both knew auntie needed the vegetables. We don't know
what Higgins needs ... except I think he needs for us to forgive
him."
"Why?" asked Marie. "He made you bleed and I made him bleed.
Aren't we even?"
"No!" Belle declared passionately. "I'm surprised at you, Marie."
Jill looked from one to the other with interest.
Belle explained, "To hurt someone in her private parts is much,
much worse than a little cut on the head. You know about hanging,
don't you? Even he said he would hang for it if we were in a
port. Don't you understand how bad it is? They would kill him,
Marie."
Marie frowned. "No, I don't understand. Isn't that what men do
to every woman?"
Belle drew herself up. "You'd understand if it was done to you!"
Her eyes narrowed. "How can you know what men do to women?"
Marie shrugged. "I talked to Sheng-jou."
"Did you! When?"
"After we spied on her with the gardeners. She said every woman
does it with men. She said it's great fun, and sometimes you get
a baby."
"Father would punish you if he knew."
Marie regarded her with calculation. "Can he do that from
heaven?"
Belle took breath to affirm it but, thinking quickly, held her
peace. If she established such a theology, she would give them as
much ammunition against herself as she might gain against them.
"Is Father really dead?" asked Jill.
Though a question, it was the first expression among them of their
terrible loss. Belle sighed and admitted regretfully, "It seems
that Mr. Higgins is the only man from the ship left alive."
All three turned to look down the beach, where the man's figure
had dwindled to a barely discernible dot. Only later that night
on her bed of rustling fronds did Belle think of this conversation
and the remarkable change overtaking shy Marie.
For the next several days Jake brought them bananas, coconuts and
breadfruit twice a day. They didn't care for the breadfruit, for
which he apologized, claiming it was much better cooked. The
mound on the beach became their "trading post," according to Jill,
though they gave the man nothing further in exchange for the food.
Thunderstorms struck at night, each time leaving the girls
miserable in their roofless campsite. Their two-fruit diet, plus
the shrinking remains of the hardtack, became increasingly
monotonous.
* * *
"Marie!"
The girl whirled at the exasperated tone in Belle's voice, to find
the eldest glaring, hands on hips. "I can't believe you are so
careless!"
Marie took a breath. "What, now?"
"Just look over your shoulder at the back of your petticoat."
She looked, and expended the recent breath in a sigh. "Oh."
Belle approached her, hand extended. "Take it off."
"H-help me, won't you, so I don't get it on me?"
"Huh! It's your blood. It's <already> on you!"
Nevertheless Belle held the hem of the garment away from the
girl's plump body while lifting it over her head. "You can just
take it down to the surf and wash it out, careless one."
"I am not careless! I couldn't help it."
"I'm sorry, dear. You do bleed a lot, don't you? Wipe between
your legs with the front of the skirt. You are careless for not
counting the days. It's always 29 days from one start to the
next."
"We have no calendar."
"Then make marks on a tree as I do." Belle watched as the girl
drew the garment between her legs. Passing under the crotch, it
acquired an additional reddish-brown streak. Marie's body was
changing, with delicate pubic hair and mammary growths that
promised to rival Belle's own.
"I don't understand it," Belle groused. "You're not quite
thirteen, but already this is your fourth curse. I was almost 14
before my first one."
"Sheng-jou said that my plumpness was the cause."
"Maybe so, but it is strange."
"What can I do about it, Belle? We have no rag bag."
"I guess you'll have to go naked and wipe yourself with those
fuzzy leaves."
"For a week? But what about Mr. Higgins?"
"So far he respects our retreat. Even if he does glimpse you, I
think it will be all right if you stay well away from him. Keep
in mind, he's not very tame."
"What will you do when it's <your> turn?"
"That will be in another six days. The same, I suppose."
Jill came dashing among the trees. "Come see what Jake has --"
She halted suddenly with wide eyes. "Why is Marie naked?"
"Jake?" Belle demanded incredulously. "You called him <Jake>?"
Jill retorted righteously, "It's only what he <says> to call him.
His name is Jacob Higgins."
"You've been talking to him! Jill, you bad girl!" Belle grimaced
with disgust. "I'm tempted to turn you over my knee."
The youngest backed away by a step or two. She announced
sullenly, "He caught a big fish."
"Now just how could he do that? We have all the fish hooks."
"He made a spear, like the Hoy-uns taught him."
"<As> the Hoy-uns -- The who?"
"The Hoy-uns, or something like that. He lived on their island
once. Marie, that's blood on your leg." Jill's eyes widened.
"It's fresh! When did he have time to do that? I've been with
him since he caught the fish."
Marie shook her head. "He didn't do it. It's my curse. 'Jake,'
huh?"
"Your what?" The youngest sidled closer, stooping. "Oh. I
forgot."
"The curse of Eve," said Belle, hand falling on Jill's shoulder
and pulling her back. "It happens to all of us. Your turn is
coming in a couple years."
"Jake, too?"
"'All of <us>,' I said. "Men don't get it, the lucky things! God
only blamed Eve."
"Why was that, Belle? Adam sinned, too, didn't he?"
"Father said it's because God was more disappointed with Eve. He
expects women to be more righteous."
Despite her question, Jill proved more interested in the practical
issue. "You made a rag bag for Marie on the ship."
"Yes, but we don't have one here."
Jill nodded confidently. "Jake knows all kinds of stuff. I'll
ask him what you should use."
"You will <not>!" Belle nearly screamed. "You stay away from him,
do you hear me? Don't talk to him about this. Only women have
this problem."
Jill shrugged. "All right," she murmured placatingly. She took
breath and added, "Jake said to tell you that it's a big fish with
plenty for everyone. He had to take it to his camp where he has
a fire to cook it. If we meet him near it when the sun is there"
-- she pointed to a part of the sky -- "he'll give us warm fish to
eat."
"He has a fire?"
"I guess. I didn't go <that> far away!"
Marie declaimed, "Oh, I am <so> tired of coconuts and hardtack!"
Belle sighed. "So am I."
"But I'm naked!" Marie added in consternation.
Belle shook her head. "You can't go naked."
"But I want some fish! I can, too! I can stay behind a tree and
you can bring me some."
Jill remarked, "Jake said he could bring some back here, but it
would be cold."
"I want it warm," Marie asserted.
Belle sighed. "All right. But you'll have to stay behind me."
* * *
Rounding the sand spit, Belle stopped to survey the rocks piled on
the other side of the cove and the narrow beach extending into its
interior, and realized for the first time how religiously the
sisters had clung to their own campsite. It had been six -- or
was it seven? -- days since the shipwreck, and the impulse to
explore this land had never occurred to any of them. A feminine
caution? Perhaps. If so, it stemmed from the dread of
encountering their wild companion in unsafe circumstances.
This brought a bitter smile to her lips. Where exactly <were>
they safe, if he should wish to assault them? She was not so
foolish as to suppose that all three together could prevail
against him if he were sober and determined, except perhaps by
means of the pistol whose box she had opened and immediately
reclosed.
Yet here they were, down the beach almost "as far as they could
go," his directions to Jill. Certainly none of them could pass
the rocks on the far side of the cove.
Jill, who had pressed ahead on the trek, now hung back, looking to
the eldest for guidance.
Belle took a deep breath and directed the naked Marie, "Get behind
me. Jill, help me shield her."
The youngest sidled close and the three girls walked cautiously
along the narrowing beach into the shade of the hill. Soon they
were beyond the crashing surf and could hear the buzz of insects
and the trill of birds other than the raucous gulls.
Jill was first to see the smoke. She pointed up the hill. "There
he is. Jake!" she called in her shrillest voice, cupping her
mouth with her hands. "Jake, we're here!"
The man came into view beside puffs of smoke shredded by the wind.
He smiled widely and plunged down the hill in a few wide bounds.
Shortly he stood on the sand a few yards before them. His face
showed his delight. "You did come!"
"I told you we're tired of coconuts," said Jill.
"Well, I think the fish is about done. Come on up and help me eat
it."
They all looked at Belle. Without smiling she said to the man,
"Thank you, Mr. Higgins. Will you show us the way?"
"My pleasure, Miss Meron. If you ladies will follow me, I've
pretty well worn a path this week."
"Ladies!" whispered Jill derisively, glancing at naked Marie.
Indeed he had worn a path up the hillside. In short order they
reached the flat ledge of rock. They came first upon a waist-high
wall of selected stone, obviously artificial, extending partly
across the front of the clearing.
"That represents a lot of work," Belle admitted. "What's its
purpose?"
Jake smiled deprecatingly. "I've been adding to it as I think of
it. Perhaps some of you could help. I want to build it high as
my head. It'll keep the strong winds off us." He pointed behind
them, out to sea. "They come from that direction."
Behind the wall they found a circular hut, built of bamboo and
partly thatched with woven palm fronds. "I haven't finished this
one, but I will in another day. It's for you ladies to sleep out
of the weather." He pointed to a framework beyond it. "I've
started one for me over there."
Belle licked her lips. It was large enough for the three of them,
and if the woven roof were half-way water tight it would be a
wonderful improvement over no roof at all ... but sleeping only
ten yards away from <him>?
"Come on." He gestured with his head. "Let's try the fish."
He led them to a spot in the center of the ledge. A small fire
burned nearby, but the man's objective was a low heap of stones
beside it. Protecting his hands with a folded palm frond, he
knelt and removed several stones from the top, revealing a strip
of white flesh bubbling in its own juices. The fitful breeze
could not entirely dissipate the savory odor of broiled fish meat
that suddenly filled the air.
"You heated the rocks first," Belle remarked with interest.
"Yes, and it will surprise you how long they stay hot!" He took
up a stick that had been cut just after a triple branching,
obviously his fork, and pointed to several flat pieces of slate.
He smiled. "That's the best I could do for dinner plates, but
they're clean. Pick up one and let me serve you."
His method, using the forked branch and the huge knife point
together, was to pry a section of backbone and the associated ribs
away from a selected fillet, then slice the meat itself free
before forking it onto the "plate" of the supplicant.
"If it's not salty enough," he told Jill, who of course was first,
"dip your fingers in that coconut husk and sprinkle some sea-water
on it. I'm afraid you must eat with your fingers."
A blissful expression appeared on the child's face at the first
mouthful -- before her eyes flew open and her breath puffed loudly
in and out.
"Yes, it's hot," he agreed. "You should blow on it first. Here,
drink this juice."
When Jill was settled, Marie was next. She approached the
impromptu oven shielded by her elder. Belle looked back to
coordinate their kneeling, but with a grunt of impatience, the
drooling adolescent skipped around her sister and dropped to a
squat directly across the oven from Jake, careless of the brown
streaks exposed on her inner thighs. She extended her slate
hopefully.
Jake looked inquiringly at the discomfited Belle. "Did, ah,
something happen to all her clothes?"
The young woman sniffed. "I believe you can see what the trouble
is. But she had to have warm fish."
The man went ahead and filled Marie's plate but said to her elder,
"She needs to do what the wahines do. So will you."
"The who?"
"The girls of the Hawaiian Islands. They make disposable skirts
out of large leaves, such as palm fronds, which don't show stains.
But if one does get dirty they just whip up another. I've seen a
girl make a new one in half a minute."
Belle agreed dryly, "I'm sure you have! Do you possess this
skill?"
"Well, I never made a skirt before, but the Hawaiians taught me
how to weave leaves with screw-pine shoots." He indicated the
half-completed roof of the nearby hut. "Let me serve you this
meal and I'll see about making your sister a skirt."
"My name is Clister Marie," Marie announced around a mouthful of
fish.
When her trademark blush did not appear, he commented, "I thought
you were the shy one."
"I'm not shy," the girl retorted, staring into his eyes, "and I
don't say, 'No.'"
"Marie!" cried her elder. "You certainly do say, 'No!' Mr.
Higgins, I would fancy this part in the middle. Can you, ah, skip
ahead?"
"It's no trouble," he assured her after sparing a glance at
Marie's budding breasts. So this was the one who had checked on
him after the storm?
As she ate, Belle glanced around at Jill and smiled. "I guess now
we know who the 'Hoyuns' are."
"The who?" asked Jake.
"Jill told us you said the 'Hoyuns' taught you to spear fish."
Jill tossed her head. "I said, 'Or something like that.'"
"I see." Jake smiled at the child. "She was so excited at my
good luck."
Belle remarked politely, "Captain Norris showed us the Hawaiian
Islands on his charts. You visited them, perhaps?"
He nodded around his own mouthful of fish. "Yes, about five years
ago. I lived there for six months and learned a lot about the
people of all these islands."
"Are you sure this is an island?"
"Oh, yes. One of the northernmost Marquesas. I found a note left
by the captain that told where the ship foundered."
"Where are the Marquesas?"
"Just about in the middle of the Pacific Ocean."
"Do you know if they're inhabited?"
"Some of them. An American discovered them but I heard we let the
French have them a few years ago. I guess we don't want to be
bothered. From the way you speak English I believe you're
American."
"I am. And Marie. Jill was born in China. She's both. How can
we contact the French?"
He shrugged. "By going where they are, which will be one of the
larger islands. If we hadn't lost that sailboat ... Miss Meron,
of all my sins, letting a little squall blow that boat away was
the worst."
"That's a matter of opinion, sir! What sailboat?"
"The lifeboat you rode ashore was also fitted as a centerboard
sloop. We could have gone <anywhere> in it!"
He studied her thoughtfully. "One of your sisters, I now think
Marie, came to me after the storm and told me what I had done."
He shook his head. "It made me sick at heart. How I hated to
believe it!"
Her eyes flashed. "You ... You claim you don't <remember>?"
"I do not remember, and I hope this is some consolation to you."
"Consolation! It makes me furious. How dare you deny it! You
<raped> me, sir. You hurt me and made me bleed."
He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. "I don't deny
it. I just don't recall it. I can remember drinking rum and
singing that silly song about the Boston lass, which I'll be first
to admit is unfit for ladies' ears. I can ... even remember
thinking that I was like a sheik alone with my harem on an island.
But then it's all blank. Miss Meron, don't you know that after
too much drink a person doesn't remember what he does? No, of
course not. You are too young and too well raised to have such
experience."
She had heard servants talk about this phenomenon, but that he
might be speaking truth infuriated her even more. Could he forget
such harm as that? She gritted her teeth and suggested, "Feel of
the back of your head."
He started to raise his hand. "You mean the new cut?"
"Yes. One of my sisters struck you with the edge of a coconut
husk while you were doing your worst to me. It cut the back of
your head, in the middle."
He stared at her. "Did that stop me?"
"You rolled off me and lay on your back, unconscious, for many
hours, until the storm came after dark."
He sighed and lowered his head. "Miss Meron, I am ... sorry. I
hate it that I have treated you so." He turned partly away. "I
ask you to believe that I hate it as much as you do."
She snorted in her anger. "How can you say that?"
He sighed again, put down his slate of fish half-eaten, walked
over to the wall and leaned against it, his head sagging.
Jill, her eyes following him with interest, looked beyond him and
suddenly straightened. "What's that way out there?" she demanded.
"Out where?" asked Marie.
"There, at the end of the world." She used the Chinese expression
for <horizon>, translated literally to English.
Even Jake looked up. He jumped fully erect. "My god, a ship!" he
cried, turning with wild eyes toward the fire. "Quick, bring me
green leaves, all you can tear off!"
Belle took a moment for a single glance. She could make out tiny
white sails, the kind she had always seen at the tops of masts,
hardly more than a dot perched on the horizon. She hurried to
gather leaves, as directed, and brought them with her sisters to
Jake beside the fire. He was fanning the fire while raking in
dead grass along with the dry leaves that had collected on the
forest floor.
"Throw yours on a few at the time," he ordered. "We want to make
a lot of smoke. Just don't smother the fire."
Together they worked until the clearing was choked with gray
clouds despite the fitful breeze. His shirt was soaked with sweat
and spotted with soot when he raised both hands toward the girls
at last and declared between gasps for breath, "There! If that
doesn't do it, nothing will."
They all ran to the wall while their smoke streamed into the sky
above them. The distant ship had moved through a noticeable
angle. Reluctantly Jake had to admit to himself that the sails
were smaller. The second to'gallant spar that had been barely
visible before was now sunk below the curve of the Earth.
They watched for a long time. Finally Marie said sorrowfully,
"It's not coming back for us, is it?"
Jake sighed and shook his head. "No, my dear, she is not. If a
lookout is even aloft, he won't see our smoke now unless he's
looking for it... Oh, god, I've done it again! I took my eyes
off the sea too long and never saw her until she was already
pulling away."
With another sigh he turned back to the fire and removed the worst
smoldering leaves to the bare ledge to die out. When he raised
up, he found Belle waiting for him.
"At least, Mr. Higgins, this should give us hope. If one ship
came by, surely another will follow."
Slowly he nodded. "Thank you. That is about the best face we can
put on it."
"Mr. Higgins, if ... if that ship had returned, wouldn't you be
placed in danger?"
He regarded her curiously. "What danger?"
"You yourself said that you might hang for ... for what you did to
me."
He straightened with a sigh. "I guess that would depend on you
and your sisters, Miss Meron."
"The fish tastes good," said Marie with relish, arriving with the
last of her serving in hand and mouth. "Jake, were you going to
make me a skirt?"
* * *
Marie was thrilled with her new vegetable attire and pranced about
the clearing, causing the skirt to sway and to open and close
seductively about her shapely legs. Jill watched only briefly
with gaping mouth before predictable words issued from it.
"I want one, too!" The youngest jumped from one foot to the other
in excitement. Jake smiled at her and within minutes she was clad
in a skirt of leaves, having exhibited no hesitation at all in
doffing the petticoat, now no longer white.
The chests of both girls were left naked. Belle drew a long
breath, regarding them with ill-concealed horror. How indecent
for her sisters to be so displayed in the presence of a man! It's
just another step in the descent toward savagery, she groused to
herself, although with a sigh she did accept the fact of it. At
least Marie's bottom was now concealed -- most of the time.
She admitted that they looked quite fetching in their new garb.
The bright green skirt contrasted pleasantly with their pale
torsos. Jill's flat chest was adorned with roseate nipples only
slightly swollen, suggesting what was to come within a year or so.
Marie's small breasts, not yet half formed, were soft cones of
flesh, too immature to jiggle, much less sag. Yes, the girls were
indeed lovely, she concluded, in their half naked, savage state.
But she resented Higgin's undisguised ogling.
"Need you stare so?" she demanded angrily as they stood apart from
the girls who frolicked together a few yards away.
"It is an innocent look upon an equally innocent sight, Miss
Meron," the man replied with a new confidence, now that the girls
had joined him on the ledge. After all, <he> had not been the one
to fetch Marie here naked! "May I weave a skirt for you?" He
almost smirked.
"You presume too much, Mr. Higgins," Belle responded with a
venomous hiss of such intensity that the man was taken aback.
"In the islands," he said quickly, reassuming a penitent tone,
"the display of breasts is not considered obscene."
"That may be, but we are only transients on this island, sir, and
while we must accommodate ourselves to the circumstances, my
sisters and I shall not revert to savagery." Belle was seething.
"Yes, of course, ma'am," he hurried to agree, addressing the young
woman as if she were an imperious aunt.
"Mr. Higgins," Belle continued in the same tone, looking sternly
into Jake's well-worn face, "it is unacceptable for you to build
your shelter up here on the ledge so close to ours. I would
prefer it down nearer the beach."
Jake lacked the credible authority to protest her decision, and so
he just nodded. Belle noted with a measure of satisfaction that
his face had lost its aura of pleasure.
"We'll move in tomorrow," she announced, "if you'll finish our
roof. Will that be today, sir?"
"Yes'm," Jake mumbled. "But won't you ladies please have some
more fish?"
Belle shepherded her sisters again to the fire, gratified by
Higgins ready submission, but wondering how long it would last.
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