The Survivors of the San Clair...{IC}

The soft sound of crashing waves reached a woman's ears, the sound at first so far away, so soft, but as her senses returned to her, the crisp scents of the sea reached her nose, the sound seeming sp much nearer as she felt something lukewarm lap at the back of her knees. “Mhh, uh...” her soft voice groaned out, before a few gasping coughs fallow, riding her lungs of what sea water that still resided with in, her hand slowly planting itself firmly in the small grain below it, as her fore arm fallowed. She carefully raising her head up as her arms raised the upper half of her body a bit off the san, she using the back of one of her white clad arms to wipe away the sand that had stuck to her face. The material had taken a slight brown tinge from the sand. Finally she carefully opened her those bright blue eyes the fogginess of sleep slowly fading as the sun caught them, making her quickly shut them in protest of the suns glare, finally noticing that about every muscle in her body was almost throbbing in pain. “What the hell?...” She muttered softly, coughing once more as she forced her self to sit on her knees, placing a hand behind her to help her keep her balance as the other ran through her blond and brown locks, still slightly damp with the water of the sea, giving her hair a slight wave to it. “What did I do last night?” She grumbled opening her eyes once more, her eyes widening despite there protest to the bright glare of the sun as she saw palm tree’s before it reached into grass, before it was cut ff by the face of a brown stone cliff, gray stones high stones on either side of her. She gave a slight squeak, lurching herself forward as she finally noticed the water that ran over her legs and had lapped at the back of her jacket just then. she slowly turned her head looking behind her to see the vast, never ending ocean behind her, the sea such a deep blue, so clear, at any other moment she would consider this a beautiful sight, but her mind had snapped back into focus, last nights events quickly flooding her mind.

Salem had just returned to her room after having stopped by the ships night club of sorts, having a few drinks, chatting with a few people non, really sparking too much interest in her, one guy being way too foreword, and probably a little too buzzed ended up getting a slap across the face in return from her, it wasn’t long after that did she leave to go to her room. When some random creep decides it’s a good idea to grab your ass after speaking to them for only seven minutes, is probably a good idea to go before you get a little madder. As she returned to her room she had stopped to look out one of the portholes to look out at the sea, the water so dark, almost as the darkness of the sky had tainted those once shining waters. She sighing before running their fingers through her once almost perfect hair, messing up her neat locks before she had continued on her path to her room. Once she had got in her room, her first course of action was to get out of her heels, her feet gratefully welcoming the plush white carpet beneath them as she slipped off her heels before making her way to the little closet in her room, sliding open the sliding door before she carefully pushed a few of her dresses and jackets aside, on of the few things that wrinkled. She unlatching her suitcase before opening it, pulling out her sleep shorts, a fresh pair of panties and a tank top before she walked over the red wood door of her bathroom, sliding it open as she carefully pulled her hair pin s out of her hair before starting up her shower, striping down before jumping in, gratefully washing out the gel and hair spray with her orchid scented shampoo and conditioner, before washing off her make-up with her almond and cherry blossom scented body wash, grateful for this few minutes of total piece, ignoring the sound of the light drizzle of rain as it hit the large porthole that lied opposite of her bed, the quite rumbles of thunder drowned out by the patter of the shower. It was probably a half an hour before she had finally turned off the water, grabbing a plush, blue towel off her towel rack, wrapping it tightly around herself before stepping out, going to the mirror where her tooth brush and toothpaste that laid on the sink, wiping clear the mirror before brushing her teeth, noticing that those dark rings under her eyes had finally faded away after the last week she’s been on this cruise. ‘I guess I really was working too much..’ she had thought, using make up remover to get rid of her water proof mascara and eyeliner, her thick, long eye lashes grateful for the relief of this. She quickly throwing on her sleep cloths soon after.

She quickly leaving the still steaming bathroom, the air-conditioning chilly to her warm skin as she quickly dived under the covers, smiling at the teddy bear she had perched on the bedside table. “Night Ni-Ni, you’ll be home with Terra soon.” She said, to her baby sisters teddy bear shaking her head at her childish statement. Her little sister had really rubbed off on her. She closing her eyes before she rolled on her side, drifting of to sleep.....it was probably barely half an hour latter when a loud high pitch sciren screaming in her ears . It was then she fell out of bed with a loud thud, her side throbing in response as the anoncement of life-preservers or something hit her ears, she being unable to process what was going on as the fogginess of sleep and now fear clouded it slightly, her only though being ‘what the hell is going on?!’ She quickly running to her closet, hoping puling on her UGG boots. before snatching her white double zip hoddie, yanking it off a hanger before slamming open her door pulling it on, zipping it on as she ran, up the hall almost being knocked over by a few panicking people who had woken from there sleep in a similar manner, though once she finally made it on deck, all went blank, the remembrance of pain, and a suffocating feeling being the only thing there. Something must have hit her, making her fall off the ship....

“I feel like I’ve been hit by a car...” She muttered forcing herself to her feet, her legs shaking slightly, as the skin scratched gently at her soft skin. looking up at the shorter of the three stone surfaces. First things first...I need to get out of this spot... She thought, walking up to the rock, finding a foot hold, before pushing herself up, grabbing hold of what she could before she began to climb, her muscles shaking in protest. When she finally felt her hands meet the flat surface of the top. She using the last bit of her strength she had at the second to pull herself up, laying rolling on her back. “Ow....” She grunted, hissing as her leg scraped against something. Drawing a little blood. Her only though being, other then a few curses...Am I the only one here? Making that feeling of panic and dread boil in her stomach, as realization of her situation had finally sunk in.

"Yeah, you're order comes up to seven dollars and fifty cents, drive up to the next window." Seth muttered to himself in the darkness, not knowing of his unconsciousness. All of a sudden, the black on the inside of his eye-lids flashed red. His stomach and lungs were on fire. His eyes shot open and blinding light pierced his pupils. The pain stopped and he immediately he wretched onto the shore. Salt water, it’s not even a remotely good taste that someone loves to have in their mouth, especially not mixed in with fresh barf.

The pain had stopped. This so wasn’t the Burger King on South King’s Street. In fact, there were too many freaking seagulls yapping to even think straight. Wait… seagulls? Now Seth remembered. That cruise liner… but, how’d he end up on the beach…? He pushed himself up with his arms. They instantly started wobbling. It was too much for him to handle. Back down he fell, smacking face first into the muddy sand.

Once his eyes focused correctly, he could examine everything better. Wooden planks were scattered around in a few places. There were a dozens of palm trees all over the place. Then there were those freaking seagulls again. It was getting a bit hard to think with all those things. Maybe if they’d just, shut up! He looked down with his eyes; all he could see was the sand and the waves. Yup, it was the beach alright. How though? Last thing he’d remembered was going to bed after watching a little MTV on his portable, which is now lost and gone. Jeez, this sucks!

He laid there in the sand and exhaled deeply. A big blow like this, leaving him defeated. It was as he was being tortured with the last few moment of his life. Wait, he could feel something in his pocket. He slowly reached in and started dragging it out. He remembered before it was even out. His cell phone! Yes, freedom, all he had to do was call help! This encouragement gave him the strength to draw it faster than a western outlaw as he flipped it open and pressed one of the buttons. Of course, it took him a minute to realize he was soaked, and the phone was filled with sand. It was ruined… that, and there was a crack in the screen! It’s not like he could get reception out here, he realized. That and those jerk-offs at AT&T weren’t helpful anyway.

His hand slapped back into the sand. For a moment, his inner organs went cold, and the muscles on his face relaxed themselves automatically. The only reaction afterward, was a loud scream coming from his mouth.

Pepper was a little exhausted as she made her way back to her room, it had been a long day in the kitchen. Chef Jones had decided to stay in the winery all night and Pepper had to run the entire kitchen by herself once again. Pepper wouldn't mind so much if she didn't have extremely picky eaters on the cruise. Pepper hated it when people ordered one of her specials and then decided to take out all kinds of things and add in others, It was ridiculious. Coming to her room Pepper unlocked the door and stepped inside tossing her chef's jacket to the side she pulled off her pants. Pulling on her sleepware Pepper threw herself down on her bed happy to let it cuddle with her all night.

Just as she closed her eyes they snapped back open and Pepper glared at her phone while it rang. She knew who it was and Pepper was not inclined to answer her phone at the moment though. Pressing the green call button, as well as speaker phone Pepper listened to a very drunk Chef Jones explain to her that he needed her to come back to the kitchens immediately. He needed her to do some sort of prep cooking for the morning's breakfast. Pepper really wanted to tell him to fuck off instead she sighed, agreed, and hung up her phone. Pulling on her converse over her socks Pepper stood up. Grabbing her chef's jacket she slid her arms into it over her tank top. Stumbling off of her bed Pepper fell, hitting her head on the door knob as she did. She was blacked out before the ship even crashed.

"Damn lobsters always got to scream when you boil them alive." Pepper mumbled to herself in her sleep as she turned over. Pressing her face into the sand she instantly jumped up feeling the gritting material agianst her cheek instead of the plush feather pillows that were in her room. Her head was still sore from where she had hit it on the door knob. Pressing cool fingers to the side of her eye and temple lightly she winced feeling the bruise. No doubt it was probably an violent purple color around her green eye.

Pepper realized then why she had sat up so quickly, she was in sand. That wasn't right not one bit. Her room had thick plush carpet that Pepper didn't mind sleeping on when she was having a back ache. Her eyes were wide with terror as she looked around. Her pupils dialated quickly adjusting to the light around her and taking in her surroundings. Having worked on the ship for a long time Pepper automaticcaly came to the conclusion of what had happened. The possiblity of this had crossed her mind many times before it was a silent fear of Peppers actually.

Blinking rapidly Pepper turned and saw the guy beside her. It hit her then that he was the one who had screamed, which would explain why she had suddenly went from a dream about Johnny Depp to one about cooking lobsters and having them 'scream' as they were steamed. Picking up a small piece of dry wood beside her Pepper tossed it at the guy not caring as it made contact with him lightly. The wood wasn't much of anything and probably wouldn't hurt. "Stop that, it's not going to help our situation any." Pepper told him sternly as she scrambled to her feet. Her little shorts were soaked sticking to her pale skin and she clucked her tongue at this. Pulling her chef's jacket tighter around her body Pepper blinked seeing her hat and a bottle of oil she cooked with near by. So a few things have washed up on shore huh? Interesting.

Walking over to her chef's hat and the bottle of oil Pepper picked them both up. Stashing the little bottle in her chef's jacket pocket easily she placed the hat in beside it. Heading back over to the guy she had thrown a piece of wood to Pepper crouched down in front of her. Looking him over with her one sore eye and the one good one she deemed him sane. "Well come on, pick your balls off the ground collect yourself and let's find out if anyone else survived." Pepper said as she turned back around to the guy who had screamed. ",and don't worry it is going to be okay." Pepper added as she finally gave him a warm smile.

There was a sound somewhere, repeating endlessly, slightly different every time, something her mind knew, all around her where she couldn’t see, even over her head. Aislinn blinked awake, and then lurched up from the sand that had instantly invaded her eyes to hack up a mouthful of salty water. Wincing in pain, she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and rubbed grains roughly from her stinging eyes, making them swell a little. Blinking moisture back, she slowly came to remember herself, and realised her glasses were hanging off an ear at a ridiculous angle. She automatically straightened them, and unthinkingly reached out to flip off the harsh desk lamp that was so bright it was painful…

She flinched. Sand. Her situation threw itself upon her and she stared around, distantly aware of her mouth hanging open. This could not be happening. Where was she? Where was her room? The ship? Hadn’t she been in her room? At her desk, writing? What had happened?

Pulling her knees to her chest, she tried to gather her thoughts, tracking slowly through the previous evening. It had been stormy and dark, wet and thundery, so she’d taken advantage of the atmosphere and started scribbling the fourth scene of her latest attempt at high fantasy. It hadn’t gone too well, but she’d really been enjoying herself, until something she guessed was an alarm went up. The sound of running outside, her leaping up from her chair, throwing aside a door, racing to a lifeboat, huddling in the rain, lightning cracking the sky… Then what? They must have capsized or something. Or had they smashed on rocks around here? Either way she’d unwillingly taken a dip in the ocean. Her hair was sticky with the salt of dried seawater, her lungs were sore, and she had no idea where she was. She stared out over the horizon as the piercing sunlight warmed her sodden form. There was nothing there, no cruiser, no lifeboat, no rescue ship. Not even a plane. A headache began to throb at the bottom of her temple. She pressed a hand to it, newly aware that she was swaying. She coughed again, her chest feeling as if someone had taken a cheese grater to it. Maybe it had been that chef, the one that got annoyed when she’d requested a meat-free special, but it wasn’t her fault, there was nothing vegetarian on the menu… Her mind wandered, ambling backwards, remembering splinters of the cruise. Did they have to be so loud at night? It wasn’t even a real club, and the music was noisy, the bass echoing through the walls, she should’ve chosen a cabin further from the dance floor…

After another immeasurable amount of time unconscious, and a while more awake, she recovered enough to try and move. There had to be someone else on the island, after all. She would be terrified alone, as she had no survival knowledge whatsoever, and would probably just break down. As long as she could find somebody, things would be alright. Or at least, that was what she was telling herself as she tentatively placed her feet flat on the beach. She tentatively moved her weight onto them, concentrating on herself and blocking out the rest of the island. She slowly stood, and for a heartbeat she was fine, until her right ankle slid sideways and her leg gave way with a sharp, stabbing pain that lanced across her leg. She bit back a cry, falling to her knees, her hands hitting the sand as she steadied herself. Her leg couldn’t support her, and unless she was going to hop, there was no way she could run around searching for fellow survivors. She leaned on her left, as the sprain throbbed. She didn’t know what had happened, but it had been foolish to think she could get through a shipwreck without some kind of injury. She sat on the expanse of fine white grains, eyes helplessly scanning the surroundings for any sign of fellow life. It was too frightening for her to consider being on her own.