"Apha--he was one of my escorts, from the village. They knocked him out and tied me to him.....they wanted to make sure I did not swim for safety!" said Kersinta, hugging the blanket close gratefully and raising her hand to make the bonds easier to cut. She was trying to conduct herself with a degree of confidence and privilege that didn't fit with either her bedraggled appearance or the rustic accent in her voice. The man stirred slightly with a groan.<br/><br/>"I was to be an offered bride of the Sea Lord himself, but the ones who took me cared not for such blasphemies! There were others, sailors, farmers and hillfolk amongst them! They went to an island...there." she said, pointing into the dimming light to where a lump of rock protruded above the surface of the sea, a dimly visible silhouette near the edge of visibility. Calling it an<em>island</em>seemed to be ambitious.<br/><br/>"Please." she asked. "From what I heard....nobody will be left alive when the sun rises again. The ghosts there....they have evil intent. But after what I saw you do--!"