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 Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 2:02 am
 The storm has calmed down, and the remains of the Aurarius managed to reach this rain soaked island. It is extremely hard to see, but a small cave is well within walking distance from the wooden debris. The rain seems to constantly change in intensity, from a simple shower, to as intense as a powerful storm! It is unlikely that the crew will survive for long with this frigid rain pelting constantly, and bolts of vivid white lightning can still be seen quite close, and slowly creeping closer with every flash. The best chance of survival is taking shelter in the cave, and waiting for the storm to finally dissipate back into the clear day that it was before that strange woman appeared on deck. The rain once again calms back down to a gentle shower, but still feels nearly freezing to the touch. Now would be the best time to get to the cave, and get out of the rain before death's hands drag you down to the depths of the abyss!
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 3:31 pm
Avelop ran towards the cave, it was so cold. It was so hard to think. 'Okay, get in the cave, get warm, get some wood I can leave to dry for a fire soon. Look for items of value in the wreckage. Well, thats a start.'
Once inside the cave, he looked around to see the island he saw a forest 'That'll be the wood.' he saw the wreckage 'Nothing obvious.'
Once warm he headed out to the forest with his gauntlet tightly strapped on, he ran to the trees and punched at the base, the tree smashed to the ground completely uprooted. He repeated this twice more and carried the trees back to the cave, he then left them to dry near the back of the cave.
'Now for some dry wood, there might be some under the canvas.' Avelop walked over, he cut off all the canvas and took it back to the cave 'I'll make blankets and more out of that later.' he then used the canvas to wrap up the wreckage that was underneath it, 'That'll be as dry as i'll find with the rain.'
Once everything had been moved to the cave he started preparing the fire, then made a makeshift bed with the canvas. 'I should go to sleep, but there must be more survivors.' He then got up and set out to search for them.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 7:47 pm
The plank that Marius was clinging to washed onto the shore, pushing the rather cold boy onto the sand. He still had the rope from the ship wrapped around him, but right now, it didn't look like it would be much help. He got up stiffly, and looked around the area he had ended up in.
The rain made it difficult to see, but it appeared that there was some sort of rock structure within walking distance from where he was. He started to head towards it, but turned back for a moment, checking to see if he could see any of his other crew mates, or if anything useful had washed up. There didn't appear to be anything or anyone where he had landed, so he decided to seek shelter now, and look later, hoping that the storm would let up soon.
Once he reached the rocks, he noticed a cave. "Please don't let there be anything in there," he muttered, shivering. He approached it, and entered.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 2:05 am
You could've - should've - died back there...
The thought kept reverberating around her head. Dimly, distantly, she could feel the rhythmic bobs of the ocean beneath her. She was on top of it. Wet. Flitting in and out of conciousness, everything about her felt at once numb and sore. Her head throbbed, her eyes begging simply to be able to close.
Where was she? What had happened? Why, why was she here?
With a slight groan, she forced her eyes open. Only instinct and sheer will kept her from relaxing her pained body. No, she couldn't do that. She would drown if she did. She glanced down and saw her fingers had a death grip on the thick plank of wood on which she rested. Together they bobbed along with the swell of the ocean, and briefly, through the slanting gray rain, she could make out the shape of land.
Land.
Too tired to strike out toward it, she couldn't make it. But common sense told her she had to reach it. No. She leaned her head upon the plank, shut her eyes. Sleep.
She awoke with a start, water lapping at her jacket. She lay half in, half out of the water, clutching the plank of wood to her. Rain peppered her soaked body, sending freezing chills shooting down to her bones. A shudder wracked her battered body. Oh, cold. She pulled herself up, slowly, painfully, out of the water. Lifting her head, she cast her sights about. Shelter, there had to be shelter.
Tentatively, she crawled forward, taking inventory of every single twinge she felt. She had to get past it. Go, go someplace nice. Someplace happy, rather than his frozen godforsaken island. She shut her green eyes, seeking the place. Warm sunlight, birds, back at port, the sounds of drunks and gamblers ringing in her ear, even at so early an hour.
She steeled herself. Slowly, she gathered her legs under her. Slowly, she pushed herself upright. Pain shot through her left leg. No. Keep going. She returned to Isla Olvidada in her thoughts, her body mechanically taking step after step, drawn toward... drawn toward the cave. There. It had to be warm, it had to be.
One. Two.
She moved closer.
Keep at it. She fixed her piercing green eyes on the mouth of the cave. She was going to make it.
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