Treasure of the sea |Lesbian story|

EPILOGUE

Author's Notes: So... we are at the final chapter. I would like to say THANK YOU to everyone who followed this story, loved it and left me beautiful comments. Thank you, thank you, thank you! It was a wonderful experience and I am so glad that I was able to translate the whole story into English and introduce you to Eveline and Arenis and their crew. I loved writing this story from the first page to the last, I had so much fun! ❤️

(Warning: This chapter is NSFW!)

On the trunk and branches of the mangroves, numerous birds chirped. Advancing through the dense tropical forest was not at all easy, yet in the long run we found a path, traced by the frequent passage of people. Since the beginning of my stay in Nassau I had spotted many species of animals; parrots, hummingbirds, iguanas, curly-tailed lizards, turtles and boa constrictors. These were animals I had never seen before and I watched them, fascinated, as they moved nimbly through the seemingly uninhabitable forests. We reached a lake; Arenis told me it was called Cunningham. Soft white clouds reflected on the greenish water, as still as a pond.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "I had no idea there was such a beautiful place on this island."

We strolled along the shore. The lake, bathed in that stillness, seemed almost fake. It was a sultry Sunday. The humidity was heavy. It had not exactly been a good idea to set out in that heat, but I was glad I had been able to explore more of New Providence. I tried to fix every little detail in my mind; the scent of wildflowers, earth and wetness, the sun's rays filtering through tree branches, an insect that darted past us and landed on some plants.

"What is that?" I asked, pointing my index finger at a tree trunk. It had been marked with an X in red paint.

"It's a manchineel," replied Arenis.

"What is it?"

"A very poisonous tree. You die if you eat its fruit and its sap causes powerful skin reactions. Even standing under the tree during rain is a bad idea. Raindrops that come into contact with the leaves cause blisters on the skin."

"My goodness..."

"More or less all the manchineels on the island are marked with a red X, so no one comes close."

"How about we stop for a while? It's so hot..." I whined.

Arenis smiled, after which she hastily began to slip off her shoes.

"What are you doing?" I lifted my head, staring at her with a confused expression.

She, without answering me, dived. Her head disappeared under water and after a few moments she remerged a few metres away. She turned towards me and waved.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? It's fresh!" she exclaimed.

We spent the day there, lazing around. We swam to the middle of the lake, then competed to see who could reach the shore first. Late in the morning we dozed under the shade of a tree until my stomach began to rumble with hunger. Arenis laughed and scoured the place, eventually plucking some round green fruits from the branches of a tree.

"They are guavas," she explained. "Taste them."

We did not talk about unpleasant things, no; that day was dedicated to the little things, the joys and the most beautiful places we had seen. Arenis spoke of pristine waters, paradisiacal beaches and thirty-metre-high waterfalls.

"Oh, you have seen so many beautiful places. "

I chewed the fruit in my hand with gusto, resting my elbows on my knees. The juice of the guava dripped onto the corners of my mouth. Arenis then no longer looked me in the eye; she was staring insistently at my lips. I couldn't help but bite my lower lip, nervous. Sometimes, when she looked at me like that, it felt like my heart was going to explode, my mind was in the throes of the deepest of confusions.