<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>Tender boat - adrift on the waves<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>Sail away<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Jacqueline, Aloisa, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"We must be off then," Danae said with grim determination.  She took an oar in both hands, dipped the wooden plane into the wine-dark sea, and began to push away from the shattered wreck of the<em>Charlotte</em>.  She was trapped in the nightmare, and there was nothing she could do about it.  To watch the vast and once prod ship sink into the waves filled her with a profound sense of dread and hopelessness.  There were forces so vast, so beyond her ken.  Now with so many souls dragged into the deep, she wondered if the sea would ever give up its dead, and, if so, what they might say of her catastrophic failure to save them.<br/><br/>To Jacqueline she said, "You are Dementlieuse, good Lady, do you know how far we are from shore? The horizon is trackless, and I have no skill in navigating the sea."  She looked up, seeking the cynosure, but found the sky alien and trackless.<br/><br/>She nodded in silent complicity with Aloisa and wondered if there had been any other fellow passengers who had found a boat of some piece of jetsam to escape.  Adrift on the sea, they could not last long.  "Wherever it is we should go, we should make haste.  There deeps are full of monsters.  I knew a man once styling himself a privateer who saw great, pallid leviathans: sea serpents and kraken.  On a night such as this, we should not venture our luck any further."