Snippet #943356

Salem was just silently laying on that rock, a few deep breaths as to try and calm her nerves, trying to keep herself from panicking. I should have just stayed home, worked until I gave myself an ulcer and just get put in the hospital, or a clinic again. She thought putting her hands over her face. Groaning as she sat up, resting her elbows on her knees as to steady herself. Once Salem panicked it was hard to calm her. She knew it was better to steady her nerves before she became an absolute mess. Okay, lets think rationally, just like Reberta taught yah. Yes, your possibly on a deserted island, but it’s probably a one of a thousand shot that your the only one to- Though her thoughts were interrupted as a guys scream reached her ears, making her body jerk in surprise of the sudden break of the serene sounds of the island. She almost screaming herself, but luckily it caught in her throat before hand.

“Well that's a sort of good, yet possibly bad sign right there...” She muttered to herself, as she bothered to peer, around, making out a few figures farther down the beach, her perch on top of the rock giving her a good view of what was around her, she glance in the little blocked off area she had been in before she took a deep breath peering in the direction she spotted the figures, her nerves settling somewhat. Me being rational was right for once. I guess first thing first is getting to those people...After that I can try to figure out what to do from there...Thank God for Nanny Rebertas boot camp. She thought before sliding to the opposite side of which she had climbed to get up here, she carefully feeling with her foot to find a foothold before she turned around fully to start on her climb down, one of her hands slipping for a moment before she clung to the rock, gritting her teeth as her hands was scraped on the rocks. She glared at the rock before continuing to make her way down, pushing gratefully before examining her hands, seeing the left with a tiny cut on it.

“Oh, that's just sad.” She muttered, sticking her right hand in her jacket pocket. “I probably would be better off if I didn’t ditch her lessons as often as I did...” She continued, before an exasperated expression replaced her annoyed one. “And I’m already talking to myself....First sign of loosening my mind.” She muttered, walking in there general direction. Then again I always talk to myself...I probably just need to worry when I answer myself like dear old uncle Albert. Her hands wrapped around something hard, yet wet. “What the-No, not my cell!” She shouted, almost tearing up as she pulled the object out of her pocket and saw that it was her I-Phone, dripping with water, with a single offending piece of seaweed wrapped across the screen. “Why...it had the pictures of my latest designs on it...” She muttered, hoping that text she sent her assistant got all those pictures to her before the water attacked her defenseless phone, she delicately pealing it off her phone before she stuffed it back in her pocket. Though this made her wonder what else was in her pockets. She sticking her left in her left pocket, she cursing silently when she almost tripped over a piece of wood that had washed ashore. She flinching slightly as the sea water that had soaked a cloth, got in the cut, making her hiss in pain as she jerked her hand quickly out. “On second thought I’ll check latter...” She muttered, putting the cut to her lips in reflex