Adrift at Sea

[Ireland]

“Shall my soul pass thru old Ireland pass thru Cork city grand. Shall I see the old Cathedral where Saint Patrick took his stand…” Saoirse didn’t know how long she had been hanging onto the broken plank of wood. She had no idea how long it had been since the storm had come to an end, leaving the young woman clinging to a piece of debris for dear life. She had no idea how long had passed since she had heard the last shouts of the men she had been traveling with for eight years. How long it had been since they had gone, leaving her alone. Taken to Davey Jones locker by that damn storm that had spared her for some reason.

Saoirse didn’t know how much time had passed. It could be hours, but it felt like years to her. All she knew was that the water chilled her to the bone. She was really numb by now, her teeth chattering as she still managed to sing. Though her voice was weak. Was she really to die here? She rested the side of her face against the wood, dazedly looking passed her wet bangs. “Shall I see that little chapel where I pledged my heart in hand.”

She had never even considered the songs words until now. And she wondered, would she be able to pass through a country she had identified herself with? A country that seemed so fitting. Would her family ever truly know what happened to her? A small smile tugged at her lips. No, of course not. They would never learn. She would be like Arthur…

Ah, she had never even managed to find that little sprog.

Saoirse wasn’t sure whether the wetness that trailed down her face was from one of the waves, or tears. She couldn’t tell anymore. This was really the end, wasn’t it? Her grip was getting looser, though the stubborn part of her continued to hold on. . “Te-Tell me this before I die… Shall my soul pass through Ireland…”

((Sprog = Kid))

[England]

After a harrowing night - and perhaps day as well? It was hard to tell with those storm clouds in the sky - and hours keeping the ship bailed and whole, the tides had calmed enough for Arthur to sigh and start to see what damage had been done to his Lady.

A quick check around and a talk with various tired crew men, the damage was concluded as not bad. A couple of minor holes and one of the main sail's was ripped to shreds - but they could limp back into a harbor once they figured out where they were - and a fair bit of water damage inside, but all in all, they were lucky.

About to set things straight, his attention was caught by a loud 'thump' against the hull near where he was standing. Looking overboard he saw, with some dread, that they were floating amongst the debris of a ship that must not have made it through the storm.

"Unlucky bastards." he murmured under his breath, sending a small prayer out to whom ever had lost their lives. Then, raising his head, he looked to his crew. "I need someone up in the crow's nest! There's been a ship breached - check the waters to see if you can spot any survivors!" he ordered, heading for his cabin to grab his personal telescope.

"The rest of you, finish bailing, then get to repairs! I'd rather be out of here before the next storm raises it's head and sends us the way of these poor bastards."

[Liechtenstein]

"Captain! He-Help!" Lily was in an utter panic, gripping the back of James's shirt as the Australian continued to perch on the slick railing of the ship. He had jumped up the second after Arthur had finished talking to him, ignoring all of Lily's panicked shouts for him to get down. The poor girl was still shaken, never having experienced such a dreadful night. "He won't get down!"

James just waved his hand, finally opting to acknowledge the worries of the tinier girl. "Don't worry! I'm perfectly balance!"

And like that, he returned to scanning the debris ridden ocean, a frown on his lips as he ran a hand through his still drenched hair. "But I doubt there are survivors mate. Looks like they got thrashed."

He glanced towards the captain, crossing his arms over his chest. It really seemed unlikely at this point. Or at least that’s what he had thought. Lily seemed to have a different opinion. And James flailed his arms as he was roughly pulled back (he wasn’t actually sure if that had been Arthur’s doing or Lily had inhuman strength). The smaller blonde was leaning against the railing, her eyes wide as she pointed a head. “Ca-captain! I think I see someone!”

[japan]

"Grandpa what's going on?" Will asked the old cook who was glancing up on the deck knowing that something big was going on but Will shouldn't witness whatever it could be.

"I'm sure the men are just brawling, maybe one fell overboard. But don't worry Captain will get them." He said with a smile as he patted the young Irishman on the head. Oh how he wanted the young one to keep his innocence but how would that be if he was on a pirate ship?

[England]

His spyglass was brought up very quickly, searching the area Lili was pointing to, looking for life. He saw it - a drenched figure clinging to life on a piece of wood. "Eira!" he barked to his sister at the helm. "Bring us around - James, prepare the lifeboat! Lili..." he trailed off, patting her on the shoulder in a quick 'good job'. "go get ready for a patient."

[Australia]

"On it!" Jumping back to his feet, having fallen over thanks to one of the two pulling him back, James took off to where the life boats were. Shouting at some of the other crew members to give him a hand. Though deep down he had to wonder if there was even a chance that the person Lily saw was still alive. He hoped so though.

Lily meanwhile nodded, smiling shyly at the quiet 'good job' before turning on her heels rushing downstairs to get her first aide kit. Blankets too, she would probably need those and, ah! Stumbling into the kitchen, she pushed still damp bangs out of her eyes. "A-Ah! Odin, do you have any soup?"

Whoever was out there was probably cold as ice. Lily chewed her lip, before giving Will a small smile. She didn't want him to worry.

[walesnotwhales]

"Right away!" Eira brought her hand to her forehead in a salute to her brother - something she often did in her duties, and took the wheel of the ship. She turned it - lightly, so they wouldn't accidentally hit the survivor, and she watched the sails turn.

All she needed was wind. Luckily, it hit the sails and sent the ship in the direction they needed to head to pick up the survivor. She wondered who it was...could they be useful to the crew?

[England]

With quick steps, he followed James over to the lifeboat, intending to be a part of the rescue himself. Once the Grim was close enough, he barked an order back to his crew to weigh anchor, the ship slowing to a stop. Hopping over the railing into the lifeboat, he steadied himself as the little ship rocked with the sudden jerk.

"Let's go James." he called as a couple more of his crew piled onto the lifeboat to do the paddling. "And Eira - could you help Lily and make sure everything is set up for a patient?"

[Australia]

James looked up, blinking surprised to see Arthur join in on the rescue. Not that he was surprised. So for once he kept his mouth shut, getting into the lifeboat and helping paddle once they were lowered into the water. When they got close enough, he leaned over the side, managing to grab the lone survivors arm, pulling them into the boat. The Australian couldn't keep the sigh of relief from escaping him. Thank God, they had made it in time.

Saoirse meanwhile was a bit surprised, dazed from the entire experience and freezing. She blinked, pushing long bangs out of her eyes after she'd been pulled into the lifeboat. Slowly though her eyes landed on a very, very familiar sight. Green eyes went wide as saucers, her already pale face paling further.

Oh God. She was dead. She was in Hell.