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The call for food came some time later, after the situation with the canvas tents was made apparent, and as the only other woman on ship was already tenting with her commanding officer, that meant Maggie would be with one of the men regardless. Mr. Viterini seemed the most logical to lodge with (as she had politely decided to call it to save them both some embarrassment over the situation), and it seemed once again she would be forced to impose herself upon James, whom had already proved quite patient with the situation and quite the gentleman. In a way, she was almost relieved to be sharing a tent with him, already feeling comfortable talking to him, and the way he didn’t seem to panic at their situation did a great deal to keep her calm as well. Maggie preferred to not be angry or vicious, and he she been forced to lodge with a man who would break down at night, she would have to be to force them to hold things together.

The smell of the soup, made Maggie realize just how hungry she really was. Honestly, how long had it been since she had eaten? Not since before the storm obviously, but as she had no idea how long any of them had been unconscious, that was not particularly helpful. They were all lucky they still had some food and water left after the storm, but there was no telling how long that would last them. Hey would have to look farther inland soon for fresh water. Unlike some of her fellow ship wreck mates, Maggie did not hold any delusions about a miracle ship coming by, seeing, and rescuing them. There was no telling how long they would all be here, they needed to be prepared for the worst. And with that thought, brought a slight chill her light cotton dress and bodice were not equipped to abate in the fading island light.

“I’ll be along in a moment.” Maggie said to James from where they stood on the beach. “It gets rather cold quickly on the beach, I’m going to go grab my shawl.” And with that, she headed back towards their tent by the trees. Opening her pack, she fumbled around for her shawl in the dwindling light.