tinymush
(she/her pronouns)
((aaaaah im sorry, some irl stuff came up so ive been sort of mia. im just gonna pick up on the island ;; ))
Gulls circled, screeching, overhead; waves crashed against the shore; sun beat down forcefully on her skin; sand scraped her back, her thighs, her arms. Hana knew this mix of sensations all too well, and she didn't have to open her eyes to realize she'd washed up on an island. Which was probably for the best, actually, because her entire body felt somehow numb and incredibly sore at the same time. She didn't know if opening her eyes would even be possible at the moment.
How had she gotten here? She'd been on a ship, hadn't she? What was its name?
Trying to remember made her head hurt, and salt burned painfully in her throat, and she was still so tired. She gave up on moving for the moment and slept.
When she next awoke, the sun wasn't quite so strong, and though her body was still battered and sore, she sat up without much trouble. It took her a moment to remember where she was, but she stood hurriedly when she did.
"The Gold Greed!" Hana said aloud, wincing at how hoarse her own voice sounded. Where was the rest of the crew? Had anyone else survived? She breathed in a deep, controlled rhythm as she realized the chances were probably very slim.
She walked along the shore for a long time, trying her best not to think about how thirsty she was. She thought it was cruel- all this water lapping at her feet, but she couldn't drink it.
Eventually, she heard voices; someone shouting Anna's name. Her heart pounded so hard she felt it in her ears as she took off down the beach at a full-out sprint. When the surviving crew came into view, she shouted, this time not caring about how scratchy her throat was.
Gulls circled, screeching, overhead; waves crashed against the shore; sun beat down forcefully on her skin; sand scraped her back, her thighs, her arms. Hana knew this mix of sensations all too well, and she didn't have to open her eyes to realize she'd washed up on an island. Which was probably for the best, actually, because her entire body felt somehow numb and incredibly sore at the same time. She didn't know if opening her eyes would even be possible at the moment.
How had she gotten here? She'd been on a ship, hadn't she? What was its name?
Trying to remember made her head hurt, and salt burned painfully in her throat, and she was still so tired. She gave up on moving for the moment and slept.
When she next awoke, the sun wasn't quite so strong, and though her body was still battered and sore, she sat up without much trouble. It took her a moment to remember where she was, but she stood hurriedly when she did.
"The Gold Greed!" Hana said aloud, wincing at how hoarse her own voice sounded. Where was the rest of the crew? Had anyone else survived? She breathed in a deep, controlled rhythm as she realized the chances were probably very slim.
She walked along the shore for a long time, trying her best not to think about how thirsty she was. She thought it was cruel- all this water lapping at her feet, but she couldn't drink it.
Eventually, she heard voices; someone shouting Anna's name. Her heart pounded so hard she felt it in her ears as she took off down the beach at a full-out sprint. When the surviving crew came into view, she shouted, this time not caring about how scratchy her throat was.