The Only Language We Need

 

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                Of a normal flight, passengers, destined from the land of the East to the Pacific. Inferno engine failure. The metal bird violently ended its majestic flight. The destination cut short and the island unknown. A lone survivor emerged out of the wreckage.

                Ravaging the wreckage for survivors to come up with a young man from the Easter lands. He laid the victim into a cot of his own making. Hours past until his awakening. Dazed and confused, he thrashed and struggled until West blanketed him with comfort.

Fish was abundant with the close fragrant ocean. They could feast only in silence. Language was not shared, until the day west wanted words to express his feelings. Names became known, west was Micah and east was Han. The sun was murderous. A shelter being built was the only salvation from the blistering rays.

The men constructed a raft to escape the isolation. Through the heat the dirty tattered cloths became hinders. Salvaged cloth covered them from shame. Though the isolation would there even be shame? Old habits die hard.

Their escape was complete. A storm was a brew, but they had to leave the desolation. Through the waves, taller than the tallest tree, they road on. Only each other they had for comfort until Micah was thrown from the vessel. Hang took his chance and saved the westerner. Ended back where they started despite their effort.

Through the cold night Hang kept Micah warm, with Micah wakening to the beautiful brown exotic eyes of his savory. With a touch of the face they both realized that they only needed one language. The language of love. With that they consummated their feelings.

Time passes and they were finally found. The world was slightly different. Their language was now heard by many and they spoke it so fluently.

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