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Who: Lotus, Tide
Where: SOMEWHERE OUT AT SEA
When: Year 190, Autumn
What: Shipwreck D8

Stupid excuse for a ship! [she kicks at the torn-up rowboat she used to flee her sinking ship with.]

[Now she's stuck on a relatively small island in the middle of no where.]

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[Your surroundings are inconspicuous enough...devoid of life but for the plants and tropical birds. The sharp chill of the seabreeze defends you from the incessant blaze of the sun over your head, beating down on you and your decrepit boat.

It is certainly a sad, lonely situation.

But for a woman of the sea, senses sharp, mind (surely!) clear of the drink--perhaps you'll get the feeling you're not entirely without company.]

[Immediately whips around, gun in hand]

Who's there?

[Nothing deigns you with a response. Perhaps you imagined it? Surely after countless long hours in the sun, dehydration, panic...]

[ugh. keeps her gun at hand as she seeks some kind of shelter from the sun. She needs to treat her injuries first after all. Now that it's especially clear she's been separated from the rest of her crew]

Useless navy ships.

[Yes, the injuries are a point of interest...as is the peculiarity of her traveling alone on dangerous seas.

I wonder, as you retreat back toward the meager treeline, are you paying close enough attention to notice a disruption in the normal pattern of the tide?]

[Nope. Luckily for you. She's now busy fussing over her bleeding arm]

[Were you paying attention, the rippling ceases after a few moments, as if something at the surface has retreated further into the depths.

Some time later--minutes, perhaps, it's hard to say--a figure joins you, sea-soaked bandages in hand, posture carefully nonthreatening.]

....do you need assistance?

[You are now being shot at. I hope you have good reflexes]

[....y...ep. He sidesteps it, lightning fast, almost like it was a reaction he expected. Because it was.]

Please calm down. Were I here to hurt you, it would have already been done.

[Damn demons. Still wary though she's no longer firing]

Why should I trust you, demon?

[He's still guarded, though not hostile despite your efforts to murder him]

Because you will surely die otherwise.

[bites her lip]

Hmph. My men will come soon enough.

And when they do, they can find their Captain safe and healing. Wounds such as those do not heal easily in humans.

[well it is true he can kill her easily if he had wanted to. That said, she's still keeping her gun aimed at him]

Try anything funny and I will shoot you.

[He approaches her cautiously, bandages still in hand]

Where are the injuries?

[she's bleeding from the arm from a gunshot wound. And from a gash on her forehead. The rest seems to be superficial.

She reluctantly pulls her sleeve up so he can see it]

...a wound from a gun?

[He applies the bandages carefully--not particularly practiced, though it's clear this isn't the first time he's done it, either. Curious.]

The salt soaked in will help them heal.

[The salt will also sting like well. whacking him over the head]

That hurts, you buffoon!

[...'-' you sure are tempting fate, lady, but he doesn't react to the smacking aside from leaning back slightly]

You expected a painless gunshot wound?

[Makes you wonder how she survived this long, doesn't it?]

You're rubbing salt in my wound!

I would be using alcohol if there were any. That would certainly hurt worse.

Of course I know that!

[augh. Bears with it]

[Good decision. He ties off the bandages and takes a few pointed steps back.]

Do you have a plan? Or are you just going to wait?

[checks the bandages before settling back, satisfied]

I'll try to fix the boat. It's salvageable.

[not easily. For sure]

And then? Set off on dangerous seas with no supplies, not even a sail?

And what do you suggest I stay here and starve?

. . .

I am familiar with every major trade route used by human crafts. With my guidance it would be possible to intercept a tradeship before five moonsets. They could return you to your port.

And why are you so eager to help?

[Wouldn't you like to know]

My motivations are not entirely selfless.

... I'll consider it.

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