by Wolvine » Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:16 pm
OOC: Well it's only taken forever for me to post. Sorry.
Waves. Endless, endless water. That was all there was. Actually, that was a lie. He could feel the fish that nibbled at his toes curiously, and he'd had seaweed tangle in his hair. Or he used to be able to. He let out a sigh. How long had he been drifting now? He could feel his limbs begin to freeze over. Or maybe not. He had lost sensation in the most parts of his body long ago. He couldn't even feel the dampness of his clothes any more. He could see the sun setting, mosquitoes buzzing around his half submerged ears, the gentle whistle of the wi- Mosquitoes? But... There have to be other animals about! Lifting his head with much effort and treading water, Isaac suddenly became aware of the fact he could just about touch the sand. Turning slowly, he saw land. He wasn't going to drown.
The realization of this fact did not bring joy. It was surprising, even to him, how calmly he took this in, just another fact of life, as acceptable as simple addition. Crawling onto the sand, Isaac surveyed his surroundings. Trees. Sand. Beach. That was good enough. Dragging himself to his feet with great effort, the young man began to walk towards the somewhat uninviting jungle. Where there was animals, there was food. Where there was food, there was a chance. Where there was a chance, he would survive.
Ale coughed up seawater. It was not a pleasant thing to do, coughing seawater. It was very grainy and salty, as well as the usual discomfort of practically vomiting water. He fell back, glad that the tide was already dragging away the liquid that had previously been occupying his chest. It took a couple of minutes for him to register he was alive. The brief feeling of joy was quickly drowned by the realization that his younger sister wasn't in sight. Panicking, he attempted to stand, only to feel a searing pain in his left leg before it gave way and he fell again, cursing loudly.
"Ale?" Quickly turning his head to the right, where he hadn't bothered observing, he saw a soggy mound.
"Marina," he breathed, shifting towards her. Only now that he was sure that they weren't both dead, did he begin to notice how incredibly cold he was. The water-soaked clothes were not only heavy, but also sapping his body warmth. Marina was shivering as well. Maybe they wouldn't survive after all. "Can you walk?" Even as he said it, he knew it was no use. She was already unconscious. Giving another sigh, he put an arm around her and pulled her to his chest. The last thing he saw before he faded into sleep was the sun slipping away behind the ocean.