<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/XWWoM3V.jpg)</div><strong>Nishizu Chie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274532.msg13556285#msg13556285)</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: At southern ocean<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gunba Takeda<br/><hr/>The third day since the shipwreck, and the makeshift raft of wooden planks lashed together by frayed rope and strips torn from her kimono was beginning to fall apart. Chie had held her raft together without rest through the night of the storm, and then endured the following days under a windless sky with naught a shadow to shelter her pampered skin from the sun. All around her was water, taunting her with not a drinkable drop. On the second day she spied a ship passing in the distance, but despite her waving her arms silly and shouting herself hoarse, it had not noticed her.<br/><br/>The third day she began to hallucinate, thinking that a cloud on the horizon was a sail... but on second inspection, it might have been a sail after all. Chie couldn't let this second chance slip away, but her dry throat had clammed itself shut and she couldn't shout to save her life. So desperate to avoid a repeat of yesterday, she pulled the remnants of her kimono off and waved it above her head, counting on the brightly colored fabric to be more visible than her waifish arms. Even if it meant leaving her top bare...<br/><br/>Chie's gamble paid off and she was hauled aboard the ship. Exhausted after her ordeal she could hardly stand, leaning heavily on the sailors who had to support her admittedly light weight on either side. She knew she caught more than a few glances of sailors eyeing her goods but she was in no condition to care - she opened her mouth but only managed a dry croak. Pointing to her lips she mimed drinking, asking for water.