This is a 1x1 RP between TheHook16 and Sprokkelhout.
It wasn't cold. At least it wasn't ****ing cold. A strange thought to cross your mind as you held onto a piece of driftwood for dear life in the middle of the night, but the human mind could be odd like that, because in between the harrowing panic and the intense rush of adrenaline, it was one of the things that went through Nora's head, as she spat out a mouthful of seawater.
The wind was howling, the rain gushing down, limiting sight to only about a meter around her. The damn ship could be ready to crash down on top of her and she wouldn't know it until it was too late.
She forced the thought out of her head. Lightning flashed and was immediately followed by a deafening thunder.
Hold on, she thought to herself, clinging to the driftwood and trying to focus on only that. Hold on and don't let go.
But it was easier said than done. Enormous waves lifted her up as if she were weightless and then carelessly tossed her down what felt like several meters. Next another wave came crashing down on top of her, separating her from her treasured piece of wood and forcing her down into the ocean. Several holidays filled with surfing and diving had taught her not to resist the ocean, but it was hard right now.
Don't fight it, don't ****ing fight it, you'll only lose your strength, she mentally told herself. She finally managed to surface again, taking a deep breath until another wave took her with it.
Was this ever going to end? Was this where she'd meet her fate?
However, after what felt like an eternity, but might as well have been fifteen minutes, it felt like the storm was slowly subsiding. The thunder still rumbled, but further away now, and the waves didn't seem quite like the mountains they'd been before.
Another piece of debris came floating by and with what little energy Nora had left she managed to grab onto it, breathing heavily and not sure how much longer she was going to last.
It wasn't cold. At least it wasn't ****ing cold. A strange thought to cross your mind as you held onto a piece of driftwood for dear life in the middle of the night, but the human mind could be odd like that, because in between the harrowing panic and the intense rush of adrenaline, it was one of the things that went through Nora's head, as she spat out a mouthful of seawater.
The wind was howling, the rain gushing down, limiting sight to only about a meter around her. The damn ship could be ready to crash down on top of her and she wouldn't know it until it was too late.
She forced the thought out of her head. Lightning flashed and was immediately followed by a deafening thunder.
Hold on, she thought to herself, clinging to the driftwood and trying to focus on only that. Hold on and don't let go.
But it was easier said than done. Enormous waves lifted her up as if she were weightless and then carelessly tossed her down what felt like several meters. Next another wave came crashing down on top of her, separating her from her treasured piece of wood and forcing her down into the ocean. Several holidays filled with surfing and diving had taught her not to resist the ocean, but it was hard right now.
Don't fight it, don't ****ing fight it, you'll only lose your strength, she mentally told herself. She finally managed to surface again, taking a deep breath until another wave took her with it.
Was this ever going to end? Was this where she'd meet her fate?
However, after what felt like an eternity, but might as well have been fifteen minutes, it felt like the storm was slowly subsiding. The thunder still rumbled, but further away now, and the waves didn't seem quite like the mountains they'd been before.
Another piece of debris came floating by and with what little energy Nora had left she managed to grab onto it, breathing heavily and not sure how much longer she was going to last.
In the middle of the storm Asher clung to the lifesaver he managed to snatch up making sure it earned its name, despite getting dunked by waves off and on he still wouldn’t let go. Eventually a good wave got him by surprise which managed to separate him from the lifesaver sending it it some random direction, he wasn’t much of a strong swimmer though come to think of it he never really put any of it into practice which at this point he was regretting.
After fighting to stay afloat for so long he hit a piece of driftwood which he almost instantly latched onto, not long after the storm seemed to have calmed at least for the moment giving him a moment to catch his breath.
After fighting to stay afloat for so long he hit a piece of driftwood which he almost instantly latched onto, not long after the storm seemed to have calmed at least for the moment giving him a moment to catch his breath.
Nora was hesitant to be too optimistic in this particular situation, but she could swear the sea kept getting calmer. The waves were still high and powerful and seemed hellbent on using her as a plaything, but not with the same brutal violence that had wrecked the ship. Before they capsized, the waves had been several meters high and they had sent the ship into a terrifying freefall more than once. In fact, it was almost a miracle none of those moments had caused Nora any significant injuries.
But now things were quieting down. The thunder was distant, the rain had lost some of its ferocity and although Nora still couldn't see that far ahead, she wasn't as blinded by the chaos around her as before.
This, however, gave her a moment to contemplate her current situation. She was smack in the middle of the ocean, most likely entirely on her own, with hardly any sight, as the stormclouds still thoroughly covered the slice of the moon that would otherwise have been visible and she couldn't help but feel sick to her stomach.
Nora wasn't a fearful young woman, not at all, but she also wasn't stupid; if the ocean wanted you dead, you were dead.
But the ocean didn't want her dead, because after a while of just helplessly floating there, she felt something that made relief was over her like one of those monstrous waves: sand. There was sand beneath her feet, and now that she peered ahead, she could see the vague shapes of rocks and trees and a beach. She got closer and ditched her piece of debris, stumbling forward on her own. Exhausted, she collapsed in the surf, on her hands and knees.
She was alive. And on a shore. She crawled forward until she'd left the water behind and on an impulse kissed the sand beneath her, like an hawaiian surf instructor once told her.
If the ocean feels like it’s taking you somewhere, don’t fight it, swim with the current and follow the beach; when you get to shore, kiss the sand.
For a while she just sat there, on the wet sand, needing a moment to take in just how lucky she'd been, but also just how much she wasn't out of this yet.
But now things were quieting down. The thunder was distant, the rain had lost some of its ferocity and although Nora still couldn't see that far ahead, she wasn't as blinded by the chaos around her as before.
This, however, gave her a moment to contemplate her current situation. She was smack in the middle of the ocean, most likely entirely on her own, with hardly any sight, as the stormclouds still thoroughly covered the slice of the moon that would otherwise have been visible and she couldn't help but feel sick to her stomach.
Nora wasn't a fearful young woman, not at all, but she also wasn't stupid; if the ocean wanted you dead, you were dead.
But the ocean didn't want her dead, because after a while of just helplessly floating there, she felt something that made relief was over her like one of those monstrous waves: sand. There was sand beneath her feet, and now that she peered ahead, she could see the vague shapes of rocks and trees and a beach. She got closer and ditched her piece of debris, stumbling forward on her own. Exhausted, she collapsed in the surf, on her hands and knees.
She was alive. And on a shore. She crawled forward until she'd left the water behind and on an impulse kissed the sand beneath her, like an hawaiian surf instructor once told her.
If the ocean feels like it’s taking you somewhere, don’t fight it, swim with the current and follow the beach; when you get to shore, kiss the sand.
For a while she just sat there, on the wet sand, needing a moment to take in just how lucky she'd been, but also just how much she wasn't out of this yet.
While he felt relatively secure hanging onto the driftwood the moment to think wasn’t helping him so much with his fear of being in open water making him frantically look around for anything that might look like land to the point where he kept missing the land he had been floating toward. He flinched for a moment at the feel of sand under his feet thinking something had brushed past him although quickly noticed the land crawling up on him and ran as best he could through the water to the shore adandoning the driftwood.
He ran onto shore although as the water got to his ankles he started looking and pacing around panicked patting down his pockets, his phone not that it would be much use seemed to have fallen out somewhere along with his lighter however his pack of cigarettes and his pocket knife still remained. He instinctively pulled out his cigarettes for a smoke although quickly realised they would have been saturated if not ruined and threw them further inland in a huff “DAMN IT!” He yelled at the top of his lungs as he went and kicked a large beached piece of driftwood although forgot he had kicked off his steel cap boots when he first wound up in the water, he stood up straight again with the smallest limp and faced inland dropping to his knees remembering the proper issue at hand and sunk his face into his hands. This can’t be happening, it isn’t
He ran onto shore although as the water got to his ankles he started looking and pacing around panicked patting down his pockets, his phone not that it would be much use seemed to have fallen out somewhere along with his lighter however his pack of cigarettes and his pocket knife still remained. He instinctively pulled out his cigarettes for a smoke although quickly realised they would have been saturated if not ruined and threw them further inland in a huff “DAMN IT!” He yelled at the top of his lungs as he went and kicked a large beached piece of driftwood although forgot he had kicked off his steel cap boots when he first wound up in the water, he stood up straight again with the smallest limp and faced inland dropping to his knees remembering the proper issue at hand and sunk his face into his hands. This can’t be happening, it isn’t
Was that a voice she heard? Nora froze, her heart almost skipping a beat in anticipation. She instinctively held her breath, but another sound didn't follow. All she heard now were the wind ripping through the distant trees, the waves crashing on the shore and the rain. She slowly got up, staggering on her feet, clothes clinging to her body. Her bleached blonde hair hung in messy strands around her head, sticking to her face here and there. She likely look just as utterly lost as she was feeling right about now.
She took a few difficult steps forward, still listening for another instance of that voice and hoping that it wasn't the wind playing tricks on her. She took a deep breath.
"HELLO?!" she called out as loud as she could. She leant forward for a moment, hands resting on her knees. Water still dripped out of the fabric of her jean shorts. She straightened her back again.
"HELLO?! IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?"
Her voice almost cracked and she again held her breath, listening to the sounds of the slowly dying storm and hoping to hear something else, too. Surely she couldn't be the only survivor, right?
She took a few difficult steps forward, still listening for another instance of that voice and hoping that it wasn't the wind playing tricks on her. She took a deep breath.
"HELLO?!" she called out as loud as she could. She leant forward for a moment, hands resting on her knees. Water still dripped out of the fabric of her jean shorts. She straightened her back again.
"HELLO?! IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?"
Her voice almost cracked and she again held her breath, listening to the sounds of the slowly dying storm and hoping to hear something else, too. Surely she couldn't be the only survivor, right?
He heard someone calling out although dismissed it “please not now, go away” he mumbled into his hands, he heard it again and realised it wasn’t his imagination and quickly looked up in the direction it came from moving hair from his face thinking about what to say assuming he wasn’t going crazy.
“YES!?” He yelled which usually would make him cringe although in this situation not so much then waited for a response as he stood up and made a half step forward.
“YES!?” He yelled which usually would make him cringe although in this situation not so much then waited for a response as he stood up and made a half step forward.
The single word the other yelled in response was more than enough, even though Nora didn't even catch what exactly it had been. It didn't matter. It was a human being, same as her, and that was enough.
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" she shouted back, and with a new surge of adrenaline she started running, or at least, what passed for running in this state, in the direction the sound had come from. She stumbled in the sand, of which only the top layer was wet, revealing a treacherously loose layer beneath it that made her nearly trip several times but she wouldn't allow herself to give up now.
Thank God, she thought, the moment she saw another figure in the distance, barely visible by what little moonlight crept through the thick, dark clouds. A stray lightning strike in the distance lit up the beach for a split second, but it was enough to distinguish a young man about her age, whom she'd spoken to a few times on the ship.
Like her he was soaked through and through, but alive, at the very least.
"Asher!" Stumbling, she crossed the last few meters towards him, after which she had to stop to catch her breath. She wiped the wet hair out of her face and shot the other an awkward smile of relief. Yeah, what did you say to someone when you two might very well be the only two survivors of a shipwreck?
"Are you okay?" was the first thing that came out of her mouth. She cast a look around the completely strange place they had arrived in. "Well," she added, still out of breath, "given the current situation, of course."
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" she shouted back, and with a new surge of adrenaline she started running, or at least, what passed for running in this state, in the direction the sound had come from. She stumbled in the sand, of which only the top layer was wet, revealing a treacherously loose layer beneath it that made her nearly trip several times but she wouldn't allow herself to give up now.
Thank God, she thought, the moment she saw another figure in the distance, barely visible by what little moonlight crept through the thick, dark clouds. A stray lightning strike in the distance lit up the beach for a split second, but it was enough to distinguish a young man about her age, whom she'd spoken to a few times on the ship.
Like her he was soaked through and through, but alive, at the very least.
"Asher!" Stumbling, she crossed the last few meters towards him, after which she had to stop to catch her breath. She wiped the wet hair out of her face and shot the other an awkward smile of relief. Yeah, what did you say to someone when you two might very well be the only two survivors of a shipwreck?
"Are you okay?" was the first thing that came out of her mouth. She cast a look around the completely strange place they had arrived in. "Well," she added, still out of breath, "given the current situation, of course."
He froze in place both in fear and relief of the response he got and waited as instructed, as the figure came into view and came closer he recognised her, shit what was her name again? Natalie? No wait Nora! “Nora!? I was about to ask you the same thing” he said taking a few steps toward her “I’m fine though, I wasn’t torn to pieces by a sea monster or anything on the way here” he said ending in a sarcastic smirk.
She laughed at his comment, but it was more of a stress-relief kind of laughter, combined with the fact that the severity of their situation likely still hadn’t fully landed.
“Yeah, I’m… Okay, I guess?” she said. It felt odd, saying that, given how not okay the both of them were, but at the same time; both on their feet, no open injuries, no broken bones; in a way they were okay, no matter how unbelievable that felt.
For a moment her mind was zoned out as she looked out into the night, but then she came back to her sense.
“We need to find some kinda shelter,” she stated. “I mean, I’ve never done anything more adventurous than backpacking with a tent already packed so this one’s gonna be trial and error, but we can’t really keep standing here waiting until we take root, can we?"
Despite the fact that it was far from a cold night, being on the shore with the wind around them did cool her body down considerably and even though she was certain she wasn’t going to catch a minute of sleep the rest of the night, she felt like giving themselves something to do, making something of a safe haven, was as good a start as any.
“Yeah, I’m… Okay, I guess?” she said. It felt odd, saying that, given how not okay the both of them were, but at the same time; both on their feet, no open injuries, no broken bones; in a way they were okay, no matter how unbelievable that felt.
For a moment her mind was zoned out as she looked out into the night, but then she came back to her sense.
“We need to find some kinda shelter,” she stated. “I mean, I’ve never done anything more adventurous than backpacking with a tent already packed so this one’s gonna be trial and error, but we can’t really keep standing here waiting until we take root, can we?"
Despite the fact that it was far from a cold night, being on the shore with the wind around them did cool her body down considerably and even though she was certain she wasn’t going to catch a minute of sleep the rest of the night, she felt like giving themselves something to do, making something of a safe haven, was as good a start as any.
Asher felt a slight breeze hit the back of him making him shiver for the moment from the wet clothes clung to him and nodded in agreement, they’ve made a song about how awful the rain is but I haven’t heard one about how much of a bitch the wind is... “good idea, when it starts to brighten up a little we can have a proper look around, maybe even find some stuff from the boat wash up here on the beach if we’re lucky”
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