Part one. Dear reader! Before you read the continuation of the novel, refresh in the memory of "The brave captain's memories". And who has not read, I advise you to read from the very beginning. Then the continuation of the story will be clearer and the impression of the novel will become complete. So ... More than 17 years have passed since the plane crash on a deserted tropical island and our salvation. Years flew like one moment. From the big aviation I left in the rank of major and started another business. Married, daughter was born. Then I experienced a family tragedy, having lost my wife in a car accident, when my daughter was still young. No longer married, although the novels happened and had short-term relationships with women, not without it ... Taking care of my daughter, who was my sense of life, helped me not to sleep and continue to live ...

My daughter Alina (the reader may remember that I named my daughter after my unforgettable first love) grew up as an obedient child. I doted in her soul. Soon she grew up and turned into a beautiful girl of 14 years. Increasingly, she pestered me with a request to visit the very island that I often told her about (of course, having missed intimate details of my relationship with photo model Alina) And finally, she persuaded me.
Thanks to journalists and their reports about the two saved from the island, this uninhabited island soon became inhabited and very popular. Over the past 17 years, infrastructure has grown there, an airfield has appeared, many hotels and resorts have been built, beaches have lost their wild appearance and tourists from many countries have come to love rest on the island all year round. Having found out the cost of the tour in the internet, I purchased a ticket for two for 12 days at a travel agency. Soon we flew to the island. Having rented a car, I went with my daughter from the middle of the island to the ocean coast to my hotel, towards my youth, if I may say so ...

Having settled in a five-star hotel, in a room of 3 rooms, we changed our clothes and, taking bathing suits, went to the beach. The island was unrecognizable. I hardly recognized the places of my adventures. Memories swept over me with a new force. Sitting on a lounger on the beach, I watched Alinka with some young
an older girl splashing in the ocean. Through the sunglasses I admired their slender figures and remembered my first love ... At some point, having relaxed in the sun, I apparently dozed off. I was awakened by the voice of my daughter and the cold sea spray in the face.
- Do you breathe, papa !? - with an emphasis on the last syllable, laughing, shouted Alinka. - And we swam to the “goose” skin. Go - plunge into the ocean! Vodichka just super! Such a clean, just amazing - you can see the bottom, all the shells and pebbles at the bottom, and even fish.
- I am now, Natalie! Iduuuuu! - the daughter shouted, having turned back to the girlfriend, standing ankle-deep in water, and rushed off, laughing merrily.
I got up from the sunbed, took off my hat and glasses and ran after Alinka to the water. There were no waves, in the quiet turquoise water the vacationers lamented and mothers with children swam.
The rays of the sun played highlight on the surface and silver paths along the water surface. The sun was hot pretty. I dived into the water and floated to the surface near my daughter, who had already managed to sail from the shore.

Grabbing his hands around the waist, threw it up. In surprise, she plunged into the sea with her head, then jumped out, sniffed and, brushing the spray from her face, said:
- Be careful, dad! Don't hit my new girlfriend! And then you jump like a horse, almost hit her! Meet - this is Natalie. She is almost 17 years old and she is resting here with her mom, only living in a nearby hotel. - Good morning! - cast girl. - My name is Natalie.
Covering my eyes with my hand from the blinding sun, I looked at my daughter's friend. Having examined her face, I was amazed - how much Natalie looked like my first love! Blue eyes, wavy hair to the shoulders, the perfect figure ... God! I can not believe it! Only hair color is different.
- Your daughter is just superb! We have already made friends with her! Anatoly Ivanovich, she is so nimble and funny! Do not be surprised, Alina managed to tell you your name. And I relax on the island with my mother. We often come here and love to relax here. By the way, my mother is the namesake of your daughter. Her name is Alina too.
(New injection in the heart ...) - No, it can not be! This is just a coincidence! - flashed through the mind. Aloud, I said: - Very nice to meet you! Can we have dinner together the four of us?

- Of course! Tonight we will have dinner with my mother in a beach restaurant on the beach at 19 o'clock. See you there! - she waved goodbye to us, went out of the sea and, grabbing her towel from a sunbed and slippers, walked cheerfully towards her hotel. We sailed a little more into the sea, and when the sun started to burn so that it would not burn in the very first day, we returned to the hotel. At dinner I was silent and deep in my thoughts. Alinka noticed this and asked:
- Father, what's wrong with you? There is no face on you! - No, nothing, everything is fine ... just Natalie reminded me of a girl I loved very much before I met your mother. You carry her name - I named you in her honor. Mom did not know about it, her memory is bright! My daughter frowned and was silent for a long time. After lunch in the restaurant, we returned to our room. Alinka looked lost and I decided to tell her about my adventures on this island in detail, about Alina and about our love. My daughter listened without interrupting. When I finished my story, she looked at me and asked:
- Dad, did you love mom? - Of course, daughter! I loved her very much! It was so hard for me to endure the tragedy when my mother died ...

But you know ... first love, I mean true first love - she does not forget all her life! You are still quite a child and you still do not understand this ... I went to the veranda, sat in a chair and began to read the press. My daughter in the internet played games with her friends, laughing and talking to someone. I suddenly caught myself thinking that again I was thinking about Natalie and her mother and absolutely did not delve into newspaper articles ...
- One chance out of 1000 that this is my Alina, - I thought. A meeting would have happened sooner and then everything will become clear.
Time went by in the evening, a light breeze arose that carried the scent of tropical flowers. The cries of gulls and exotic birds began to fall silent, and the huge sun disk began to slowly sink on the horizon into the ocean. Again, I remembered how then, together with Alina, on a still uninhabited island, we were admiring this amazing view. At 18, 30 in the evening my daughter and I dressed up prettier and went to a restaurant on the beach. On the way, I, sneaking around, tore off a gorgeous red rose on one of the flower beds, wickedly winking at my daughter. She nodded approvingly at me and smiled.
Approaching the restaurant, already from a distance we noticed Natalie, who was sitting at a table with a young chic lady.

The woman was dressed in a light white dress with expensive handmade lace trimming, beautiful white sandals on her feet, and a pink-colored tropical flower in her hair. She sat in a half turn to us. The closer we got, the more my heart beat in dismay. Something barely familiar ... a barely perceptible similarity in turning the head. - Meet - this is my mother Alina! - I heard the voice of Natalie. At that very moment, the woman got up from the chair and turned to face us ... The rose fell from my hands to her legs, and tears of happiness streamed from my eyes! Before me stood my first love - my Alina!

She almost did not change, only became even more beautiful and feminine. - Mom, and this is Anatoly Ivanovich - the father of my new friend, whom I told you about. - I know! - I heard Alina’s trembling voice. “You haven't changed much, only gray hair”. At the same instant I wrapped her in an embrace and began kissing my wet eyes and cheeks. Both girls stood dumbfounded and looked at us with surprised eyes.

When the first shock had passed, I picked up the rose, shook it and handed it to Alina. She took a flower and barely audibly whispered: - Right, as then ... remember?

My daughter, taking Natalie by the elbow, pulled her along, saying:

- Leave them alone, I'll explain everything. And they retired, walking in the park.

- Thank you, my clever baby! - I thought.

Alina and I, having forgotten about dinner, walked quickly to her hotel. We could not wait to be together, away from prying eyes ...