<a class="postlink" href="http://i1213.photobucket.com/albums/cc465/saphiraah1/oceanplane.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Shanan felt herself drifting off again and shook herself. She had no idea how long she'd floated, clinging to the floating wreckage of the plane with one hand, and the unconscious man with her other. The sun slowly rose over the horizon and was no shining down on her head, but she didn't have the energy to look up. She couldn't tell if it was morning, afternoon, or evening.<br/><br/>She was frequently submerged by the gentle rolling waves that caused her to be pushed under either by the wreckage, or the dragged under by the unconscious man. Her body was battered, cut and drained of all energy. Now, as she floated, the feeling in her hands was long gone. Her legs dangled and drifted in the current of water, limp and unresponsive. Her head frequently nodded as she dozed off, only to be awakened as her face hit the water and she choked, breathing in water instead of air.<br/><br/>She began to be afraid that she would lose her hold on him. Fighting off the pain and exhaustion, she pushed, pulled, and twisted until he was resting from the ribs up on the wreckage she clung to. She moved his arms up onto the wreckage and wrapped them as best she could around what she assumed was the armrest of a chair.<br/><br/>This was the last of her energy and she felt a curtain of blackness descending over her, much stronger. She fought it valiantly, but the battle was in vain. Within minutes of hoisting the unconscious man up onto the wreckage, she herself sank into unconsciousness and drifted off of it. Slowly, she drifted away with the waves, face down in the water, beginning to sink.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1213.photobucket.com/albums/cc465/saphiraah1/waterman.jpg">[ img ]</a>