Challenge #04750-M001: All Alone, More or Less

Victoria Constance Emalia Stanford has had the most dreadful week. Her birthday voyage has ended in an oh so unfortunate shipwreck, her favorite dress is ruined, and she’s washed ashore on an island inhabited by volcano worshipping natives. But, what’s this? Their so called God king is so handsome, so hot, strong like stone.

Perhaps next week won’t be so bad…

A sequel to https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04752-l365-his-little-sister -- Deathshead419

On one hand, providence and the kind hand of the Allmighties had seen to it that she survived the wreck. The piece of decking she had found to cling to had washed her ashore. Safe enough, or at least alive. Providence had not ensured the preservation of her dress or the lack of salt or sand in her petticoats.

Victoria Constance Emalia Stanford, of the Fonstpring Stanfords, was barely able to drag herself to the high tide mark. Exhausted, pained, and in an unseemly appearance, she was forced to take her rest on the sands under the beating sun.

It was when she woke that Victoria bemoaned her fate. "Shipwrecked," she cried. "Marooned without hope of seeing civilisation once more! How can I, a weak and fragile woman, possibly survive in this utter desolation?"

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