For something capable of sinking such a mighty ship, of breaking it apart almost plank by plank, the sea currently seems pretty calm, gentle waves carrying the still body towards a natural cove in the rocky beach. She is set down on the hard terrain amid a display of scattered, broken pieces of wood, not quite yet waterlogged, including what had served as her raft until it broke apart half a league offshore.<br/>In her semi conscious state the woman seems not to notice that she has finally reached safety. Indeed the soft moan she utters seems to be one of sadness as the gentle water that supported her until now is replaced by jagged rocks and grainy sand.<br/>About 100ft away and walking towards the cove where they know the float some will naturally gather two other women approach. Both have clearly been on the island for a while, having adapted to the wild setting, assuming they were not born that way. As they catch sight of the bright whips of the survivor’s dress clearly visible against the dull ground and brown wood they both become excited and hurry over to investigate.