<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/f4L4H5i.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maximus Raines<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sears, Anyone in the vicinity of the ocean/shore<br/><br/>Maximus, later, might find it outstanding how fast situations change.  From cutting the crate open out of desperation, to his rescuer seemingly dropping out of the sky and feeling like he was saved, to realizing that he wasn't the only one going to drown if he didn't make the right decision.  It took him outside of himself for a moment, and it also made his heart slam against the inside of his chest, hard and fast.  He never thought that he could be in real danger on an expedition.<br/><br/>He gasped to fill his lungs with precious air and forced himself to shout, "we've got to haul this crate in.  Or at least the pokeballs!"<br/><br/>A little bit of ocean water got into his mouth, but it didn't sneak down into his lungs.  He held onto the crate and peered in to do a quick count.  Too many to hold in his hands, and his pockets wouldn't have enough space even if his pockets could be trusted to hold more than one or two.<br/><br/>"You could swim the pokeballs to shore, right?  Or maybe we could push the whole crate along with us?"  This wasn't the time for indecision, but the thinking part of his brain was slowing down even though every second seemed to stretch into eternity.  He fought for another deep breath.  He wasn't sinking yet, but if he stayed out at sea it'd only be a matter of time...