Disclaimer: These characters belong to the wonderful Charlaine Harris and I do not own them. I'm just wrecking their ships and stranding them on a desert island.

A/N: You may not believe this but I got the idea for this story while watching The Backyardigans. Yup, it was the music that did it. The episode is called Castaways and it's one of my favorites. I started thinking, "what would Sookie do is she washed up on a desert island, then found out she wasn't alone?" This is my first vampire Eric fic and I hope I've done him justice. To make sure that I have, I've enlisted the help of the lovely peppermintyrose. I want to also thank CassandraMello for being my beta on this. These two ladies are awesome and if you haven't read their work, shame on you and go read it. Enjoy! FYI: My mind is a crazy place to be and you should know it's where all of these stories come from. *insert evil laugh*

I wake not knowing where I am. The only sound I hear is the ocean–the repeated crashing of waves against the shore like the cadence of a childhood lullaby. I squint at the sun's blinding glare reflecting off the surface of the water. My nose scrunches up as the salty scent of the sea air washes over me. I decide to push myself off of my stomach to my knees after lying in the gritty sand for so long. I rub the impression it's left on my face trying to smooth it out. Realizing my head hurts, I move slowly. I look around taking in my surroundings for the first time. I'm on a beach–wet, hungry and alone.

All alone.

I lie down again–drained, exhausted. I must have fallen back to sleep because I wake up and it is so dark that I can't see anything. I shiver as the cold creeps over my battered body. Feeling weak and tired, I close my eyes again and let the darkness pull me under.

It must be morning. The seagulls are flying overhead, noisy bastards. I wake up feeling the sun beating down on my exposed arms. Sitting up, I dust the sand from my clothes–the grainy particles fall in a rush from my face, arms and legs. I get up to move to the shade of the nearest tree. I sit down and lean my head against the cool hard trunk to think.

How did I get here and where the hell is everyone?

I am not sure how long I was unconscious. The last thing I can remember is sailing on a yacht with Amelia, Tray and Bill. Of course, there were crewmen aboard but I can only remember the name of the captain, Sam.

We were having such a great time eating, drinking and dancing the day away. We stopped once to go for a swim. I would like to say that I enjoyed the sea breeze blowing through my hair, but the sudden wave of nausea that hit me, told me otherwise. I get seasick fairly easy.

A little after three o'clock, it started to drizzle and looked like there would be a storm. Sam told us all not to worry as "it happens." I decided to head below deck to wait it out. I was not a good sailor and felt nauseous at the constant rocking motion of the yacht. The alcohol helped to keep my mind off the movement of the vessel, but a little part of my brain kept screaming at me for being on the damned thing.

I must have fallen asleep after a while because I was startled awake by yelling but I couldn't make out the voices I heard. Amelia hadn't come below deck with me so I was sure she was with Tray. I lay back down to rest again–I felt dizzy from the heavy swaying–when I heard more commotion from above. I stood up to make my way to the deck see what the problem was but didn't get far. I barely reached the cabin door before everything went black.

Coming out of my reverie, I put my hand to my head and feel a slight dampness at the crown. I don't know if I was hit on the head or not because I cannot remember anything else until I woke up here. I also have a splitting headache. It's probably the result of me blacking out. I wish I could remember what happened on that boat.

I try pushing out my mind to search for others here on this…this island, but I hear no one. I've never experienced problems with my telepathy before and I'm at a loss as to what to do. It may be connected to my headache so I wait awhile before trying to search again.

Someone has to be here. There were others on the boat and I can't have been the only one to make it to shore, could I?

I call out to see if anyone can hear me. It may be pointless but I try nonetheless. Someone may be here that I cannot hear due to my head injury. I sure hope this doesn't last long because I feel lost without my sixth sense. If there is someone here and they are hurt or looking for me I'll be at a disadvantage.

I stand up, getting my bearings and scream at the top of my lungs. Moving up and down the beach I repeat my SOS.

"Hello! Anyone! Can someone hear me? Hello!"

No one answers. I try again and again until I'm hoarse. I'm parched from my efforts and need something to drink before I die of thirst. The first thing I do is run toward the shoreline and dip my hands into the sea. Then, I remember learning in high school that you shouldn't drink ocean water. The salt content alone can kill you; you become thirstier and drink more and more of it until you end up dehydrated. Fresh water it is. I head off into the jungle in search of water. I've watched Lost, so I know there has to be water in the jungle, right?

I'm not sure where I will find anything but my search takes me deeper into the expanse of palm trees. At least the shade is comforting. I feel like I've roasted lying on that beach for God knows how long.

After walking for what seems like hours, I stumble upon a small pond being fed by a waterfall. I stand staring with my mouth agape before dropping to my knees and dunk my head into the pool of water to cool off. I pull my head back, throwing my soaked hair over my shoulders. I pull off my shirt to keep it from getting wet.

The cool water running down my back feels so good that it gives me an idea. I decide since there isn't anyone around I can strip down and go for a swim. I reach out again with my mind just to be sure (although I don't know why I try because my head feels like a train has just thundered though it) before I remove my bra and panties. I jump into the little pond with a yell and a huge splash. The water feels amazing against my blazing hot skin. The darkness surrounds me, the water swirling around in little whirlpools. I swim over to the waterfall and gather handfuls of the cool liquid to quench my thirst.

I make a few laps around the pond before fatigue sets in. I feel refreshed after my impromptu swim, but tired. I climb out of the cool water and put my clothes back on. I notice then that I'm missing my shoes. No wonder my feet hurt so much. I head back to the beach to see if I can't find my sneakers. The search for my shoes reminds me of waking up on Amelia's yacht.

"Hey Sookie, get your ass up here. It's a beautiful day and you're missing it."

"Bitch, I'm coming! You know I get seasick easily. I can't find my motion sickness pills." She comes down to my stateroom to drag me up on deck.

"Aww, poor baby. You just need a drink. It'll help make you feel better. It's all in your head anyway. You should know that by now."

"Ha, ha…funny Ames. Hey, have you seen my shoes? I know I had them on when I lay down but now I can't find them."

"Maybe you should ask Bill. I saw him coming from the direction of your state room a while ago. Maybe he's trying to lure you to him." That sounded really creepy.

"Ugh, why did Tray have to invite him along anyway? I was happy with being a third wheel."

"You may say that now but you know you'd get lonely and want some company. Although, Captain Sam seems to be checking you out too." I swatted at her arm, missing but causing her to spill her champagne.

"Serves you right. Now where's my drink?"

The sound of thunder brings me back to the present and I shiver at the chill in the breeze that's just developed. I wander back into the jungle to look for shelter. There isn't much coverage out on the beach and if it does decide to rain I'll get drenched. So much for hoping I wouldn't get soaked because the skies open up and I'm caught in a torrential downpour.

The rain is coming down so hard that I'm drenched through in a matter of seconds. I remove my shirt to cover my head so that I can at least see two feet ahead of me. The sky seems to get darker by the minute. The trees and shrubbery all merge into one dark landscape that blends into the stretch of black sky surrounding this place. I start to feel sorry for myself as I realize I've been awake for hours now with no sign of anyone.