<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/f4L4H5i.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maximus Raines<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone in the vicinity of the ocean/shore<br/><br/>Maximus did hold fairly admirably considering Chardonnay went very quickly from 'I absolutely can!' to 'I am absolutely doing it now!'<br/><br/>However, his endurance was already tapped, his concentration already sapped, and an errant box of goods rapped...<br/><br/>...his knuckles.<br/><br/>Without so much as a cry, he let go and snapped upwards a little, before the boat hit a bit of rough water and tossed him over the side.<br/><br/>There followed the curious and terrifying sensation of moving outside of one's own control.  First from momentum, and then from the ocean's current.<br/><br/>Far worse was realizing he was short on breath and he didn't feel like he was upright in the water.  His lungs ached as he flapped and kicked to right himself, and he just barely managed to get his face above water before his lips broke and sucked in air...<br/><br/>And a bit of salt water.<br/><br/>He coughed and sputtered as dry lips were assaulted by even more dryness.  The curse of the ocean was utterly clear to him, and he hated it all the more for the brief moment before remembering that he had to survive.  He took more hard breaths of air, easing the pain in his lungs but that horrid taste of the sea's salt lingered.<br/><br/>Tired and confused as he was, he wouldn't last long if the ocean current started going against him.<br/><br/>However, he swam well enough to keep his head above water, and he laid eyes on the box of goods that hit him.  How it was floating, he did not know.  He did know that he couldn't abandon it, so he put his best breaststroke to work in an attempt to close with it.<br/><br/>The fact that it was away from the shore and the ship didn't seem to occur to him.  He just went for it!