<strong>Adrian Levan</strong><br/><br/>Adrian was sitting in the back of the rowboat, checking his equipment. If he hadn't been busy hooking it up and making sure it all worked, he would have been rowing as well. Luckily for him, though, they needed radios if they were to get rescued off of this boat. Or that supposed island they were going towards, however they had found out about that.<br/><br/>Sure enough, though, the island appeared ahead of them. Adrian tried sending out a few messages on his radio, but the island seemed deserted. Sighing, he put down his bag and leaned forward, looking around at the other people. The officers were clearly stressed, as were the few sailors that had come with them. A few of the men were ones that Adrian had worked with, and liked, and he was glad they had had the sense to join them. There was an air of relief from escaping, though, and that was especially apparent among the girls, who seemed like they were in dream-like states.