<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IzKNJv3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><strong>Jacqueline de Fronsac</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg14944687#msg14944687)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charlotte, Saloon<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue Walking Dress, Leather Boots and Gloves, Fancy Hat<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Attempting to Escape a Disaster!<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jacqueline lay there in her bed listening to the waves slap up against her small porthole. The storm was indeed coming.<br/><br/>She'd always loved storms, from inside. A ship was a curious thing, neither quite inside nor quite the wilderness, she reflected. Would this storm be like sheltering in a sturdy castle and listening to the howling wind, knowing you were safe? Reading and having chocolate by a roaring fire while you pitied the poor souls trapped outside? Or would this be more like being one of those poor souls, desperately seeking a tree or a work station when staying too long in the fields? Jacqueline had experienced both in her life, although the former much more than the latter, and she was a bit trepidatious as to which one side this would fall on. On the one hand, she'd never been in a bed this cozy in an open field. On the other hand, most castles didn't rock up and down so much.<br/><br/>She was just about to wonder if maybe she shouldn't ask such things, when the lightning hit the ship. Even below decks the bright flash was nearly blinding, just from what parts of it came in through her small porthole, and she sat up in bed with a gasp just as a nail shot forth from the opposite wall and caught her hair, tugging it back hard as it slammed into the wall just past her. A moment to gasp and marvel at this preceded reaching up and yanking the errant nail out with a mighty yank, flavored with a slight yelp as an electrical jolt ran from the nail through her skin as she touched it.<br/><br/>She had a half a moment to wonder if this merited going for help, when her entire world tumbled.<br/><br/>Not even bothering to worry who might hear her scream, something she typically always tried not to do for fear of the mockery her brothers would make, she was thrown from her bed and seemingly into every piece of the tumbling cabin at once. It was only a moment but it seemed much longer as heavy things went this way and that about her.<br/><br/>"One thing I know," she gasped, getting to her feet once she could and grabbing her pack she made her way to the door. "A watery grave is no place for a de Fronsac." She walked through her door, flung open by the tumbling ship, and made for whichever direction was up and away from here!