<strong>Name:</strong>Jeffrey (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151638.msg6934430#msg6934430)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach<br/><strong>With:</strong>Erik<br/><hr/><br/>Jeff coughed a little as he tried to speak to the man, a little more sea water expelled from his lungs, and he sat up. He leaned heavily on his arms for support, though even they were wobbly at best in his current condition.<strong>"Jeff... I'm Jeff,"</strong>he finally managed to choke out.<strong>"There are others?"</strong>He asked, a definite spirit in the words, a hopefulness. He was concerned that he might have been nearly alone in making it to shore, as it had been quite a struggle for him and he was by no means in poor shape. He rose to his feet, using hit guitar case to stabilize himself, and asking Erik for help after it seemed that walking was still a bit much for his legs to handle at this time.<strong>"Thanks... you just washed ashore? That tide was a killer, I was sure I'd die out there."</strong>He was of a height with Erik, so that aided in the walking, but Erik easily had twenty pounds on him, even with the guitar case and sopping wet bundle of blankets and clothes still slung over his back and knotted at his front, not to mention the bright orange life vest he was still wearing.<strong>"I thought they said this was safe... they said this wasn't going to happen- couldn't happen!"</strong>Jeff wished he had the energy to to kick, to scream, to vent his frustrations and outrage into the world at large for its injustice.<strong>"I... I don't want to be Gilligan."</strong>