Darius Supreme

Darius smiled bitterly. "If we were to talk about the entire yacht, then yes. However, the \'emergency\' sub doesn\'t have such a feature." 

Deia could only shrug in defeat. Some more tools would have been great for their circumstances, but they also shouldn\'t ask for too much since they had little choice and great initiative so far. 

"Well, let\'s get the bananas first then." Darius offered. 

He took the longest piece of wood he could find, and handed it to Deia. Confused, the young woman glanced at it and then at Darius wondering what he was planning. 

However, her eyes widened when he crawled in between her legs and suddenly stood up. This placed her firmly on his shoulders, her surprisingly long legs reaching his lower chest area. 

Deia quickly grabbed Darius\' head in order not to fall over, and her expression shifted. Darius himself only made sure that he had balanced her correctly before walking closer to the target tree. 

Deia looked like she wanted to say something, but just wrung her lips while blushing very slightly. However, she soon focused on her job, using her boosted height and the long piece of wood in her hands to bring down a few combs of bananas. 

After taking down three, Deia stopped. Darius gently got to his knees while balancing her, then lowered his torso enough for her legs to touch the ground. He then retracted his body from underneath and stood behind her. 

Deia turned around and glanced at Darius with a strange smile. 

"So, Handsome, did you enjoy it?" 

Darius chuckled. "Definitely. Likely the softest pair of thighs I have ever held or allowed near my head. I doubt you could even crush me with those." 

Deia groaned. "Oh my god, don\'t tell me you have that kind of sick fetish?!" 

Darius coughed and looked away, facing the sea. Deia was left utterly speechless and couldn\'t be bothered to tease Darius anymore for his previous act. 

Soon the duo moved to one of the coconut trees. Darius looked around and found many stones, giving some to Deia. 

For the most part of the morning, they continually threw stones to strike the coconuts. Both their arms became tired multiple times, but since it concerned survival, they went on with it. 

By the time it hit noon, they had managed to get down a dozen coconuts which they opened with the stones. 

The duo were hungry and exhausted beyond measure, not even able to take a step from where they sat as they panted. 

They opted to seat themselves near the trees and in the shade since the sun was blazing down. The sound of the waves striking the shore was soothing, not to mention the almost endless sea breezes that cooled them down. 

After resting for 30 minutes, the duo got up and ate some bananas while drinking the juice of the coconuts. This allowed them to substitute their preserved food and water with more natural resources. 

After eating their fill, Deia decided to nap while Darius kept watch of the sea in case the mercs turned out to be smarter, or luckier, than he had predicted. 

Once Deia woke up feeling refreshed, Darius went to sleep, leaving the caramel-skinned redhead to take up the tedious and boring job of keeping watch. Her eyes roved to the sea frequently despite her boredom, for this was a matter of life and death for them. 

Fortunately, the day passed uneventfully. 

The next day they worked together once more to get some more bananas and coconuts down, this time with much more ease due to familiarity and the fact that they already had some in storage. 

However, fruits would not last forever. They were easily one of the most perishable goods, so Darius and Deia made sure to eat up the bananas more than the coconuts since they were on a sharp timer ever since they dropped from their boughs. 

The second day passed much like the first, with nothing of note happening. They continually kept watch while eating what they could. It was slight, but they were both getting tired of their \'meal\'. 

On the third day, Deia vomited her food out in disgust. Darius himself was only barely keeping it in. He was focusing on other things to distract his mind while forcing himself to stuff down as much as he could eat. 

Deia could only suck it up and do the same. She washed her mouth out with some coconut juice and ate what she could. Since some of the earlier bananas were going funny, Darius tossed them deep into the jungle. 

Mother Nature would know what to do with such things, so he left it to her. As for himself, he simply focused on his current task, knowing that the end was near. 

Just two more days and they could head out to rescue. As such, the duo mustered what energy they could to continue pushing forward, and managed to reach the fourth day. 

At this point, both Deia and Darius had slightly sunken eyes. The lack of activity, the stress from being alert, and the weakness from eating the same food continuously was getting to them. 

Now, even despite their hunger, they couldn\'t muster the energy to take the bananas anymore and could only drink the coconut juice and eat the white flesh within to somewhat sate their hunger. 

The juice wasn\'t something they could get tired of since it had many nutrients and was used to replace water. The coconut flesh was also something Darius had kept them from eating the first few days in preparation for a situation like this. 

By the time nightfall arrived, the duo was no longer able to sleep easily. It was a case of being fatigued but not exactly being tired enough to nod off. Their minds wanted to ease but their bodies were complaining for various reasons. 

It was also due to the fact that it was nightfall that Darius and Deia were able to see the headlights of a number of boats quickly approaching their location.