Marius ThatcherโDoctorโMaleโAge:34โLocation: ShipwreckโTags: Open
Rubbing his head, Marius slowly sat up, trying to calm the pounding hammer in the back of his brain. After a few minutes the pain had died down, allowing Marius to recollect his thoughts. What was the last thing he remembered, before blacking out?
There had been a massive storm. It was like a hurricane, it probably had been a hurricane. They had been sailing the Atlantic when that had hit. The waves had swept across the upper deck, seeping through the wood. Thankfully, Marius had had the foresight of covering, wrapping and securing his medical supplies in a fairly large box, so everything was safe and ready for use.
Thatcher wasnโt sure when the storm had ended, but it was over now, yet, they werenโt moving and werenโt drowning. Which was pretty good. Beached. Marius thought, getting to his feet, wobbling every now and then, but succeeding in the end. A quick survey of himself showed that Marius had sustained nothing more than a few tiny cuts and grazes. Nothing a little antiseptic and a fresh change of clothes couldnโt solve. Still, it was essential to do so, immediately, since a dead doctor was of no use to anyone.
Taking only five minutes to change and get himself sorted, Marius now had to go around and check everyone else for injuries. Opening the door of his room, he was greeting by a rush of water that soaked his socks. Curse these useless shoes. No matter, it would all dry out eventually.
Stepping out the doorway, Marius treaded lightly, in order not to disturb the angle of the ship and send it sinking.
โHello?โ The Doctor called out, hoping to receive some response from someone, anyone. โAnyone? Where is everyone?โ
Arroyo Hawkins๐ฃGunrunner๐ฃMale๐ฃAge: 29๐ฃLocation: Beach near shipwreck๐ฃTags: Open
There was a creaking, wood splintering, before there was a splash! and Arroyo jolted awake, kicking his legs, thrusting himself upwards. He headed straight for the nearest stretch of sand he could find and hauled himself onto it, heaving, before collapsing onto his back.
โOw.โ He muttered, quietly, taking of the rifle strapped to his back, digging into his spine. Was he dead? Was this the afterlife? Lifting his head up, Arroyo spotted the ship, well... shipwreck, now. That wasnโt going to be fixed in a hurry. It seemed Arroyo had fallen off whatever was left of the deck. What had he been doing up there?
Heโd been there when the storm had hit, of course! Hanging for dear life onto the mast, after getting his arm stuck in the ropes that lead to the crowโs nest. He hadnโt been able to pull himself out though. Now, in the heat of the sun, his forearm had begun to burn and quite a bit of the skin on it had been scraped off. damn rope burn. Well, he wouldnโt be able to do much until he got to Thatcher. Sticking his arm in the cold water again, Roy looked around, taking in the surroundings. Seemed they had been washed up on a fairly beautiful deserted island, with no boat, no idea where they were and possibly having lost everything. But hey, at least the place seemed nice. Maybe theyโd find lost treasure. Or murderous gorillas. The former was more preferable though. After the pain had gone down a bit more, Arroyo tore the tattered sleeves off his destroyed shirt and wrapped them around the tender area of his arm. That would take care of things for a while.
Then Arroyo noticed the crates that were floating around. He had to save those things before the fish ate them. Or the murderous gorillas. Slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, Arroyo did a quick check to make sure he could still shoot. Aiming at a tree, nearly three hundred yards off, Arroyo aimed at the highest leaf. A clean shot would knock it off. Zoning out and directing all his focus into this one movement, Arroyo aimed, squeezed the trigger and released the shot. The sound seemed to echo, and Roy watched, in satisfaction, as the leaf floated to the ground.
โStill got it.โ He said to no one in particular. Pushing the rifle behind his back again, Arroyo walked back into the crystal blue water, until he had to kick his legs to stay afloat. Heading for the nearest box, Hawkins placed a hand on it, and swam to where the ship lay, placing the box on the shore. One by one, the crates began piling up, but progress was very, very slow.
โIโd appreciate some help!โ Arroyo snapped, looking back at the boat, as if he expected to suddenly come to life and help him, while he was really addressing the people that were supposedly inside it.
