<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/>Constant labour of rowing kept Danae's mind fixed on the trackless horizon, hoping against hope that they might find some respite from the turbulent waters.  They would not last long on a flimsy boat.<br/><br/>"Gold and silver matter little now, my Lady Sage," she sad "It is only if we come ashore still alive that we may talk of gratitude."  The motion of rowing was unfamiliar to her.  She had never taken to the sea and now she felt exposed and naked in this dark and unfamiliar expanse. "I am Danae Vine-Lott, though such things as were made on dry land seem to matter little here. I am a cavalry officer in Mordent's House Guards, though that it is of scant use to us now. I am a foreigner here, as you have no doubt surmised from my speech."  This rude awakening had, at least banished the dreams that she knew would have pursued her had she remained in the grip of the anodyne.  Still, if she had not taken it, then perhaps more could have been saved. Her guilt lay like a leaden pall, heavy upon her.<br/><br/>It was Jacqueline who first spotted the beaked ship darting onto the horizon. A beatific vision, ,and to Danae's pessimist cast of mind far too good to be true.  "How will they see us? Do we have any pyrotechnics or alchemy that could signal to them that we are here?  Will they have seen from afar the wreck of the<em>Charlotte</em>?"  Casting those doubts aside, she began to row with grim determination towards the caravel.