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The Yacht (Part 1) - Survival
🕑 Added 2022-11-14 07:59:00 +0000 UTC(Used google translate here so if you speak Hebrew and find mistakes let me know)
When the shrinking virus pandemic started causing a global panic, you weren’t ready to sit in your home and do nothing.
You sold your house and everything you had and bought a yacht that can be your home while you travel the world.
It was a very smart idea and for a whole year while everyone remained in their homes terrified for their lives, you kept sailing and enjoying your life.
When you got to Israel and anchored your yacht in Tel Aviv’s harbor, the shrinking virus finally caught you, it was while you tried to fix a dripping hose at the back of the yacht.
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Survival struggle began, suddenly the dripping hose was an incredible blessing since you had an infinite source of water.
The fact that you were a messy and dirty person also turned out to be a blessing, all the crumbs that were left on the floor turned out to be your only source of nutrition.
So as much as it was hard - you managed to survive, you counted the days using a small piece of stone on the bottom of the Yacht kitchen closets.
You slowly lost your sanity, talked to yourself, mumbled stuff, tried to build random things from stuff you found over the floor, you created 3 friends out of hair and sticks you’ve found, you placed them at the Yacht salon area and most of the day you sat and talked with them.
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It was day 513
Crumbs supplies started going short, you had to ration it now, the pace of the water dripping from the hose became much slower, you started worrying about what will happen to you.
And then someone walked in, a giantess, blonde beautiful young woman, looking around, you ran and hid at a hole in the wall.
She kept walking around, examining the place, taking pictures with her iPhone, you saw her feet keep landing on the floor, picking up precious crumbs, you just looked at it helplessly, you couldn’t do anything about it.
Then she entered the salon, you quickly followed her, reminded that your friends are there, you hid at a safe spot next to the wall and started calling them
“Wilson! Charles! Get out of there!”
But they were just hair and wood.
The young woman kept looking around, then she started walking in your friend's direction, you screamed like crazy and waved your hands, but it was meaningless.
*CRACK* your friends were crushed beneath her foot and she quickly raised it up taking another step.
“Ouch!” She said out loud, then she spoke a language you don’t understand, “מה נסגר?!” (What the fuck).
You fell on your knees and started crying, she grabbed her foot and checked it out with a confused face
״מה זה, בובות?…״
(What is this, dolls?)
She sweeps them off with her hand causing them to fall and break on the floor, you wanted to run and try to help them but you couldn’t risk yourself.
She kept walking around and then sat on the sofa, crossing her legs one on top of each other, she took her phone out.
“היי, אבא? אני ביאכטה הנטושה שאמרתי לך״
(Hey, dad? I’m in the abandoned Yacht I told you about)
״אני רוצה אותה, אתה יכול לטפל בזה?״
(I want it, can you take care of it?)
״אתה אבא אלוף, מתה עליך, תודה!״
(You are the best father, love you, thanks!)
She hung up the phone and walked out, giving a final look back with a smile, you had no idea what was that and what she wanted, you quickly ran to your friends, picked up parts of them and started crying, shouting their names.
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It was much harder to survive after she left, her sticky feet took with them most of your crumbs, you slowly starved, and you were lonely now with no one to talk with.
Before coming here you read that the Israeli girls are the cruelest and that it’s one of the worst places in the world to catch the shrinking virus, every country had a “saving factor” rank, it’s the chance of getting help if being found.
In England, where you came from, it’s 37%.
Here in Israel, it’s 0.3%, meaning if you are found it’s almost certain you are not getting help.
Then you have the “crush factor”, and that’s where it gets interesting.
Back home it’s 40%, but here it’s just 10%.
Meaning that if you are being found in England, 4/10 girls will step on you and crush you on sight, but here it’s 1/10.
So where is the cruelty? It falls to the “slavery factor”:
England: 23%
Israel: 89.7%
So the girls here want slaves, they almost certainly won’t help you, they will probably won’t crush you either, but they will own you, torture you, and make you their slave for as long as they desire.
That was because the laws changed here few years ago, some crazy demonstration, 100 tiny men gave their life to make slavery legal here, crushed by someone called Inna in front of the cameras, something sick, it didn’t make any sense to you but the whole world talked about it at the time.
Since that moment, all the girls in Israel talked about having a tiny slave…
So asking the blonde for help felt like a bad idea, but now that you are on the verge of starving to death, you are not sure anymore.
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It was day 530 now, and suddenly the yacht door opened with a big chatter, this time 3 young women stepped in, you quickly ran to your hole, embracing yourself and watching them, they talked loudly.
It was the blonde that was here the other day, accompanied by 2 friends:
A brunette with long black hair, she wore many necklaces.
A curly haired one who kept smiling.
They were holding vacuum cleaners, different cleaning degenerates and squeegees.
״יאללה בנות, לנקות כמו שצריך״
(Let’s go girls, to clean this place good)
The blonde said happily, placing a JBL speaker on a shelf.
And they immediately started rearranging everything, throwing some of your old furnitures out, wiping and washing everything thoroughly, vacuum cleaning the floor, you watched from your hole how every last crumb is being sucked away, then how what remained of your friends is being sucked and disappear, when they spilled water around, a wave hit inside your hole, but you held something forcefully and climbed on it in your hole, managing not to be washed out.
They played loud Israeli music while cleaning, you couldn’t do anything, just hold tight in your hole while they were cleaning, and after a few hours they were finally finished, then the music became a bit distant and muffled, you figured they were in the front deck.
You slowly crawled out, making sure no one is there, then you walked outside, everything was spotlessly clean, a strong smell of bleach, there was not a single crumb in the horizon, you walked towards the hose and noticed they even fixed it as well, you closed your eyes and sighed, this is it, you have no other choice… you must beg them for help or starve to death.
You started walking to the front deck, looking at them, they all changed to bikinis, sitting and relaxing in the sun, hearing music, enjoying your yacht like it was theirs, you stood by the entrance and watched more closely, examining each of them.
It was clear by her body language that the blonde was the most vicious one, she looked like an arrogant brat, she can’t be the one you approach.
Then you moved on to check out the curly one, she was still smiling, playing with her feet while listening to the music and enjoying herself, some kind of a free spirit, maybe mischievous, it was a hard bet.
But then you checked out the brunette. She had a quiet, hesitant smile on her face, the blonde kept talking to her and she just nodded. She really seemed like a good hearted one, the question is if she's a “one in 300” good hearted? Still, she was certainly the best option.
You carefully walked towards her feet, looking up at her, you took a deep breath then kneeled down and started caressing her toes, trying to get her attention, then you noticed a small crumb between them, you couldn’t help yourself, you shoved your head and ate it immediately.
She shrieked and pointed at you.
״תראו! נופר את חייבת לצלם את זה!״
(Look! Nofar you have to film this!)
The curly haired one grabbed her iPhone and started taking pictures or a video you couldn’t tell, the blonde responded with “Eww” and pulled her leg away, looked at you with disgust.
״את רצינית איתי? תעיפי אותו למים, איזה גועל נפש״
(Are you kidding me? Throw it to the water, it’s repulsive)
You slowly raised your head up and looked at the brunette, she looked down and smiled with an open mouth.
״למה? תראי איזה חמוד הוא נישק לי את האצבעות של הכף רגל״
(Why? Look how cute he is he kissed my toes)
She said while smiling, then the blonde replied
״מה את נותנת לו לגעת בך? אני עוד שניה מביאה כפכף למעוך אותו״
(Why do you let him touch you? I’m about to bring a flip flop and mash him)
You didn’t know what exactly was going on, but it was clear that the blonde is disgusted with you and asks the brunette to get rid of you.
Then the brunette bent towards you and looked at you closely, she pulled her sunglasses up:
“Do you speak English?” She asked with an Israeli accent.
You nodded, “yes, my lady”
She raised back up and burst into laughter, the curly haired joined her, the blonde just giggled.
״הוא קורא לי ליידי! אין זה פיפי״
(He calls me a lady! It’s hilarious!)
She exclaimed and you just stood there helpless next to her foot, hoping it’s a good thing, she bent back to you.
“I am Tal”, she said slowly, like speaking to a toddler, gesturing at herself, then she pointed at the blonde, “This is Moran”, and then pointed at the curly haired girl that was sitting at the other side in front of them, “and that’s Nofar”.
You nodded, showing her you understand, “I’m John, very nice to meet you all”, you bowed a little.
״טוב מה? אל תקשרו אליו, אני הולכת לדרוך עליו״
(Well what? Don’t get attached to him, I’m going to step on him)
Moran said in an irritated voice, you looked at her with a worried face.
״לא את לא, באיזה קטע? הוא בא אליי אז אני אחליט״
(No you’re not, what gives? He came to me so I’ll decide)
Tal responded, then bent closer to you again.
“John, how did you get here?” She asked, her Israeli accent was rather cute.
“Well, I own this yacht, I caught the Shri-“
“It’s mine now”, Moran suddenly said, cutting you mid sentence, she looked pissed.
״עכשיו אין סיכוי שאני לא מרסקת אותו עם הכף רגל שלי, חוצפן״
(Now there’s no chance that I’m not crushing him with my foot, cheeky bastard)
She added, you gulped and watched Tal, who wasn’t smiling anymore.
“Of course! Of course it’s all yours now!” You chuckled nervously, looking at them, but you didn’t like their looks.
You gulped, realizing you are fucked, you should have never said you were the owner of this vessel.
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End of part 1
