Makoto was terribly and horrible lost at sea. It wouldn't have been so bad if she had some sort of boat, but she was currently being kept afloat by only a few plants of wood. They might have been part of the hull or something. At their current position as a life raft they looked pretty pathetic. Makoto was currently laying down best she could, trying to preserve her energy. Not only did being surrounded by the ocean, and being covered with ocean water make her exhausted, but the lack of sleep as well as food and water was making it pretty horrible.

The winds whipping around Makoto didn't seem to phase her, most sound didn't unless she wanted it to. She watched as a sea bird circled around her before soaring off over the horizon. Her stomach rumbled, suddenly feeling much more empty. As she gazed up at the sky Makoto couldn't help but wonder how long she had been drifting. She had lost track of time. But it baffled her that she didn't run into a single ship. No marines, no cargo no pirates. 

As a way to keep her spirits high Makoto began to hum to the waves around her, the notes falling upon deaf ears.