Flynn stood there with his eyes closed. The warm air felt good. He loved the water, but at the moment he wanted nothing to do with it. His face and neck stung, sunburnt. The back of his head throbbed, with a large bump. His body ached in one way or another.<br/>Flynn had no idea where he was or how far he drifted. Prior to washing up on the beach, he was part of a security voyage on the outskirts of their sea borders when they came under attack by two enemy Olrian frigates. Their ship was able to take out one of the enemy crafts, but was damaged during the attack. The second ship fled, Flynns ship gave chase.<br/>That's when the storm, coming from almost nowhere, hit like a hammer. It didn't take long to lose visibility of the enemy ship. The waves and wind rocked their wooden sail ship, and, eventually was torn apart by a large wave. If they had one of the new steam powered vessels they would have survived the storm in one piece, but they didnt.<br/>Flynn lost all of his squad that day. He watched as one of his teammates was swallowed by the dark water, he tries to reach out for him, but he failed.<br/>Something caught his attention.<br/>He opened his eyes and looked around, sitting, close to him was what appeared to be a white fox, with multiple tails, tipped red staring at him.<br/>Cursing himself for letting his guard down , he took a step back from the animal. It didn't seem aggressive. Curious maybe?<br/>"Uh, hello there," he said cautiously. 'Strange' he thought. 'I have never seen a creature like this'<br/>It continued to stare. Flynn was always at home on the sea or the woods, he had a love for animals.<br/>Very carefully he moved to his pack, removed a small bit of Jerky and held it out the animal.