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Sally and Sam

An Unlikely Dynamic Duo

By Misty RaePublished about a year ago 7 min read
Top Story - January 2023
Sally and Sam
Photo by Zunnoon Ahmed on Unsplash

Man, when irony kicks you in the teeth, it really kicks you hard!

That was Sam's first thought as she stood on the gangplank of the Caribbean Jewel cruise ship. To her front, the tropical air enveloped her like a hot wet blanket, stifling and thick. Behind her the endless noise of screaming, crying passengers and static-laden, muffled messages of reassurance being broadcast on the loudspeaker.

Attention passengers, we've run aground a small island. There is no danger to you or our crew. Please remain onboard the vessel for your safety as we restore satellite communication. A rescue ship will arrive in due course. Join the Capitan in the main dining room for complimentary drinks. We thank you for choosing Caribbean Jewel and thank you for your cooperation.

She smirked, almost laughing at herself. The situation would be hilarious if she were reading about it. A middle-aged woman, on the brink of divorce, dreaming almost every day about escaping her life on a tropical island, only to find herself stranded on a tropical island! You can't make this stuff up.

Yet here she was.

She couldn't stay on the ship. The panic, the tears, and screams, they were too much. As thick as the air was outside, it was thicker onboard.

The best she could tell, they must have miscalculated and ended up smacked up on the edge of an island somewhere off the coast of Argentina. They'd visited Peru and Chile and went around the Falklands, headed to Buenos Aries. She took a few steps off the ramp and onto the soft white sand. It wasn't like the ship was leaving anytime soon, she thought.

She looked around for signs of life. Nothing. Palm trees, sand, the ocean, and the odd patch of long grass. She could hear birds in the background, blending in with the sounds from the boat, but that was all.

She plopped herself on the hot sand, wiping her damp blonde locks from her face. In a strange way, it was just what she needed, someplace quiet, someplace with no people whatsoever so she could think.

Where did she go wrong? Why did Jasmine, her wife leave her after almost 20 years? Who was the woman in the picture on her phone? Was she really just a friend? Sam didn't think so.

She wanted to be angry. Anger is better than pain. Anger is an action emotion, pain is passive. Pain is weak. But she only felt pain. She only felt weak. She only felt lost. Lost without the one person she ever loved, the one person who ever understood her and held her up. The one person she ever trusted, until she didn't.

"It wasn't all her fault," she said aloud. And it wasn't. Jasmine, her Jazzi, begged her for years to spend less time working and more time with her, but she was trying to build something, a life. A life for both of them. A life and a future free from the struggles they both knew all too well.

Tears streamed from her green eyes. Another announcement from the ship. Same old, same old. Free drinks, no danger, working on it...whatever. Her tears melted into anger.

"Bitch!" she mumbled. All those years of work. All the sacrifice. She provided Jazzi with a beautiful home, in a nice neighbourhood a million miles away from Elegant Acres where they both grew up.

She scoffed inwardly. Elegant Acres. Funny how the worst poverty-stricken housing projects had the most opulent-sounding names as if they could fool people into thinking they weren't poor. Poor people know they're poor. The lack of food, rats, mice and violence in the area are a dead giveaway.

Jazzi supported Sam all through her years at medical school, working nights as a waitress at Buns Burger Bar. They had a plan. It was a good plan. It was working.

Sam finished school and her residency and took a position at Metro Memorial Hospital in the ER. Jazzi quit her awful job selling greasy burgers to fat guys in trucks and decided to stay home and work on her passion, art. There were plans to adopt a baby. And then came Jude and everything changed.

Sam continued to grumble to herself cathartically.

She heard a rustling. She stood up, on guard, and took a couple of steps toward the stationary ship. Whatever it was, she was pretty sure she could outrun it.

A pair of dark eyes, almost black peered out. They were soft, almost knowing. Then a body, not very tall, squat, with tiny legs that seemed structurally incompatible with the bulk of what lay above it.

Sam inhaled deeply and relaxed a bit. She reached out her hand to the visitor. Well, she couldn't really call it a visitor, she was the visitor.

"Hi," she whispered, "It's okay." She raised both hands, palms facing the newly discovered being to show she was unarmed and meant no harm.

The dark-eyed girl, she was obviously female, took a few steps, looking quizzically at Sam, her head cocked to the side.

Sam sat back down on the sand. She looked at her new friend.

"What's your name?"


"Naaaaaammmme?" Sam tried again.


She pointed to herself, "Sam," then to her.

Nothing. Obviously whoever this was didn't understand English.

But somehow, she seemed to understand something beyond language. She seemed to understand her pain. Sam couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it felt like she was listening.

"Sally," she pointed. That would be her name. At least for now.

The short, black-eyed girl blinked and moved closer, almost close enough to touch.

And Sam let loose.

"Sally," she started, "I took this cruise to make my wife mad. She always wanted to go on a cruise but I was too busy." Spite seemed like such a great idea at the time.

Sally nodded, her eyes watchful and keen.

Sam continued, "I worked my butt off for her and she cheated. She actually cheated on ME, can you believe that?"

Sally blinked, saying nothing.

"I worked day and night. I was never home I worked so much. We were going to have a family, but she went and started messing with Jade!"

Sally stepped closer, sensing the sadness. She wanted to reach out, to embrace her, but couldn't. All she could do was listen.

"Jade!" Sam wiped tears from her face as the boat boomed the same announcement. "Jade can't do a thing for Jazzi. She doesn't even work!" The very idea of her wife with a kid with no job, no prospects and nothing but time to play video games and fool around made her sick to her stomach.

Sally moved her head from left to right, three, four times, as if she was trying to say something.

"No, it's not like that at all!" Sam's green eyes blazed. "I did it all for her. I was doing what I had to do to give her the life she wanted!"


"I'm tired," Sam whimpered.

Sally took off like a shot. She was pretty fast for being so short and thick. She flew up a tree as if it took no effort at all, knocked down a couple of coconuts, and hammered a hole into each.

Sam walked over and grabbed one, grateful for the drink.

"What should I do, Sally?" she begged.

Sally pranced around the remaining coconut on the ground.



"It was me, wasn't it?" Sam sighed heavily. "It was me."

Sally blinked.

A horn sounded piercing the humid air. Then a voice over the ship's speaker,

"We've established communication with the SS Beaufort, they will be arriving in about 35 minutes to take all passengers and crew aboard and back to Miami. Please gather all personal belongings. Full refunds will be provided and again, we thank you for choosing Caribbean Jewel."

Sam sucked in the thick air. She looked at Sally. She wasn't sure she wanted to leave. Somehow, on this island in the middle of nowhere, she met someone who understood. She met someone who helped her sort out her thoughts without even a hint of judgment. She just listened. It was the most precious gift she could have ever received.

Sally's nose wrinkled into a smile. She looked toward the ship then back at Sam. She blinked. She didn't know how to say it any other way, but Sam belonged on the boat. She belonged with Jazzi. She needed to go back and try.

Sam looked at her friend and nodded. She reached out and touched her face.

"Thanks, Sally, thank you for everything." Then she grinned, "Wanna know why I called you Sally?" she asked.

Sally blinked.

"Because Toucan and Sam just sounds too weird," she laughed out loud as she kissed the bird on the head and headed back to the boat.

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About the Creator

Misty Rae

Retired legal eagle, nature love, wife, mother of boys and cats, chef, and trying to learn to play the guitar. I play with paint and words. Living my "middle years" like a teenager and loving every second of it!

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  • Baltizareabout a year ago

    Great story very relatable. The characters feelings were so well written, I easily connected to her, and could feel what she was going though.

  • Annie Thomasabout a year ago

    Amazing story)

  • Donna Fox (HKB)about a year ago

    Wow, this was relatable, insightful and so well written. I wasn't ready for the twist ending!

  • Gina C.about a year ago

    Congratulations on Top Story! I really enjoyed this. :)

  • Clyde E. Dawkinsabout a year ago

    What a beautiful story with a nice and funny twist in the end!

  • Mariann Carrollabout a year ago

    Enjoy the read 👍

  • Babs Iversonabout a year ago

    Sweet!!! Left some love!!!

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  • Cathy holmesabout a year ago

    yay. Congrats on the top story.

  • Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago

    Great job, congrats!!

  • Dana Stewartabout a year ago

    Fun and entertaining, a great read. Congratulations on Top Story!

  • Congratulations on your Top Story ♥️

  • Heather Hublerabout a year ago

    A very emotional but sweet story :) Congratulations on Top Story!!

  • Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago

    Congratulations on your top story! I enjoyed this

  • Stephanie J. Bradberryabout a year ago

    A pleasure to read. And I love the ending! Congratulations on Top Story!

  • KJ Aartilaabout a year ago

    I so enjoyed reading this story! Great job! :)

  • Cathy holmesabout a year ago

    What a great story. I had a feeling about Sally, but guessed wrong. I was thinking dog.

  • Great entry for the challenge, really enjoyed it

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