<div class="floatleft">(https://static.wixstatic.com/media/991d95_6c974e23fa7e44ecb43d0d28de6e2cfc~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_876,h_701,al_c,q_90,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01/991d95_6c974e23fa7e44ecb43d0d28de6e2cfc~mv2.webp)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rachel Reade<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Able seaman<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Esperanza / At Sea<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date:</strong>Day 1 | Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arvad, Marisol, Open<br/><strong>Mentions:</strong><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Tending the wounded, seeking the surgeon.<br/><hr/><br/>With the noise and the more crowded conditions, not to mention the increased light, she could only imagine how Arvad was faring.   A glance was given Marisol as they moved through the crowd with the wounded  man.   "I don't think you're going to be in the crow's nest any time soon.    Would't do to have you fall from the bloody thing, and with the luck you seem to be having, you'd hit the deck, rather than the water as she rolls."   At least that way he'd only drown, rather than leave a pulp of himself on the deck.<br/><br/>"How much further to the surgeon?  He's not exactly light."   Had Marisol not shown up, there was no way she could have moved him on her own.   "Thank you for your help, by the way."   She couldn't remember if she'd given the man her thanks earlier, but it was definitely appreciated and she wanted to let him know that before she got caught up in other things and forgot.