One moment I'm enjoying myself in the lower decks of the ship, feeling the soft sway of the boat on the choppy waters. Next thing I know I'm in the goddamn water, ship's sinking, and theres an island really close by. I make it to shore before passing out, much of my human guise slipping into the ocean. The tide thankfully didn't take me back out to sea, but it's hardly a good awakening when I realize I have no supplies except for a pocket knife and the admittedly risqué clothes on my back.<br/><br/>I'm lying down in the sand, and I feel the fine grains gently caressing every curve of my humanoid body, the small patches of scales feeling the sand getting under my skin. I get up, brushing the sand from my simple outfit consisting of some leather shorts and a tunic, my midriff bare to the tropical sun. I look through my serpentine eyes, surveying what I look like. Disguise is gone entirely, not like it'll matter much. Poison still courses through my veins, as I swallow back some paralyzing saliva. Gods am I hungry, I'll probably need to hunt something down, like my serpentine far relatives by poisoning them before swallowing them whole. That would be great, I couldn't feed on the boat, but maybe now I could sate my... Unique hungers.<br/><br/>I get to my feet and towards the other survivor, my shapely body looking like something from a myth, the beautifully deadly Caitlyn will finally be able to start anew without worrying about people's opinions of my kind. I go toward the crates, investigating them as I shoot glances at the man I washed up with to let him come to.