<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>The Charlotte, Port Corridor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>White cotton jodhpurs (unbuttoned), loose grey muslin riding shirt with collar open and sleeves rolled up, barefoot<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Retreating to the deck<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danae, Jacqueline, Hannah, Camille, Genevieve<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Loss was a normal part of war and yet it scarred Danae's conscience that she had failed in the one task for which she had been prepared her whole life: defending the weak. But she had fought in enough campaigns to know that there was little gain in mourning the dead.  war and disaster were the way of the world, and one could no more resist them than the Charlotte could resist the storm that was now consuming her. When the ship listed sharply on her side, Danae was thrown against a wall now cascading with water. With a desperate motion, she sought to regain her footing, pushing herself off the wall and up into the righted corridor passage.<br/><br/>"Damnation take this storm!" She roared, "Very well, to any who can make it, we should gather on deck and see if we can find a raft. I know little of the sea, but we shall all perish here if we tarry."<br/><br/>Motioning to Jacqueline to make her way out of the corridor first with Hannah, Danae made sure she was the last to leave, with Genevieve and and in front of her lest any lose their footing and fall into the treacherous, icy waters. To swim would have been a challenge for her, for she had no experience of doing it in open water, and so she expected that some of the more sedentary ladies would have found it impossible, especially in soaked shifts and gowns.<br/><br/>She seized the opportunity to prop up Genevieve, and shepherd her into the corridor.  It was a contact that needed no explanation. Genevieve was to hold on to her for dear life.<br/><br/>"Will you lead the way, Madame de Fronsac? I shall gladly take the rear and make sure that we lose no more passengers. but we must flee. Now! Before the lights fail us."