<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Island docks<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>White cotton jodhpurs, loose grey muslin riding shirt with collar open and sleeves rolled up, barefoot<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Recovery<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/>There was, if nothing else, an ecstatic dimension to her pain.  Was she delirious?  Had she dreamt the whole episode of Captain Baykur's flogging?  There were moments were her mind struggled to correlate its contents.  On this unfamiliar island, with her fellow castaways, she, the proclaimed and newfound captain of her crew, found herself vanishing on the edge of consciousness.  There was the heat of the beating, unrelenting sun, and the dance of sea-spray on the surf, the groan of salt-rotted rope and barnacle-grown wood, the calls of her companions. Time seemed to pass imperceptibly, and there she was, stumbling, her back bloodied, her shirt ragged.<br/><br/>"We stand together," she agreed with Corinne's assessment.  The other flotsam of civilisation who had made the island their home seemed distant.<br/><br/>"I would rest," she breathed, and settled down on a crate by the dockside to gather her breath.  It was no good in this heat, and in this light.  She needed fresh water and bandages for her wounds, "If there be a healer here, I would gladly reward her with what little I have...perhaps on credit, what say you?"  She chuckled. and used her musket as a prop.  "Come now, Lady Lorimer, help me pull of this shirt."  The pain was sublime, not at all mortifying, but energising.  She was the world in a kaleidoscope of new sensory dimensions.  The throbbing, the stinging, the throat-numbing pain - it was no different from the piquant tang of pepper on the tongue.<br/><br/>"We have come far, ladies," she ventured, "but we cannot rest until we are again safe on dry land.  What I saw in the<em>Mercy</em>'s hold made me doubt my own sanity, for there were things down there, trapped and suffering.  We should not tarry long here."