She slowly pulled her mind together from it's rattled state and slowly sat up. She gazed blankly at the area, trying to comprehend everything. One side of her kept the dream theory. The other side, the logical side, knew she was trapped. She looked at a few other people on the life boat before noticing that someone was clinging onto the boat. She grabbed the mans arms and heaved, slowly dragging him up. Her arms were weaker then they had been, but from years of sports they were still relatively strong. After a few moments she managed to get him up, and she puffed out some air, gazing at the man. Her body shook a bit, from cold, adrenalin or shock, she didn't know.

Zoe had just gotten to the deck when she saw the wave coming. The whole world froze and it reminded her of a car accident she was in when she was little. She had seen the taxi cab skidding down the slippery wet hill right towards the car, but she just froze, and then the cars collided. Time stopped, and she made a split second decision. She jumped over the side. She resurfaced just in time to see the lights on the lower deck flicker out. The whole front deck had been tossed in the process and there were a handful of life boats that had survived the drop. She cast aside all other thoughts and focused on one main objective. Get to the lifeboat. Now.

Coughing up the little water he caught his breath. Nodding to Andrea for her assistance. "Thanks." Able to relax for a moment he takes a loot at the people in the boat. Not too many here. But hard to say how many other boats were out there. Looking back the ship was moving farther out of view. He glanced up at the sky sighed.

Anthony's eyes flicker open as the equatorial sun begins to scorch his skin. He sits up in the boat, hand against his head and brings it down to find partially dried blood smeared against it. He groans as he slowly stands up and looks around, finding himself on the beach of an island that he hadn't seen while still on the boat. His brain addled by the intense heat, he lowers his head toward the ocean water, but remembers just in time that drinking ocean water would do more harm than good. Using what little strength he had left, he drags the lifeboat under the shade of a nearby cluster of trees. He flops into the craft, then searches the emergency supplies and breathes a sigh of relief as he finds some bottled water. He greedily drinks the water, satiating his thirst and soothing his parched throat, then passes out once again.

Caitlin groaned, pushing up, out if the boat and landing on the sand. Hot sand. She whimpered, pushing up, shrugging of her jacket, she was pleased to see her handbag was still there

She rummaged in it for the unopened bottle of water, had to stop herself from
Guzzling it all down-it would make her sick. She took a few sips, remembered john.

She checked to make sure he was okay, "do you wish some water?" Her voice was croaky

John looks at Caitlin and nods, his throat sore from all the salt water he ingested. He takes the bottle from her and takes a few sips and then saves the rest, knowing it'll be important for survival later. John sees another survivor under some trees and points to hims saying, "Looks like someone else made it." He clambers out of the boat and walks towards him to make sure he's still breathing. He was. Seemed well enough except for some blood.

(Check the first OOC post for a list of supplies found in every lifeboat.)

Caitlin didn't go over. She forced herself to look through the lifeboat, even though she was exhausted. She found plenty of things.nmore water. Thrilled, she pushed the lifeboat out of the sun, there as aplenty of useful things there. She took out the first aid kit, compass which she put in a pocket, lighter, some fishing wire, a hook, and the flashlight, slipping them into her hand bag.

Then she went over, kneeling down by the unknown man

Anthony wakes once again, head pounding, and is greeted by the sight of two strangers staring at him. He sits up and mumbles, "Oh god. Have we already resorted to cannibalism? You don't want to eat me, I don't have enough fat to be tender or juicy."

Coming out of cover Adam looked around at everyone that had arrived so far. When they made landfall he didn't wait to talk with anyone. He did however find a spot that would be out of the sun come morning. The sleep wasn't great but exhaustion will do wonders for a night owl like himself. He had seen some supplies in the life boat but to this point hadn't bothered to examine what was there. Stretching to loosen up after sleeping on the ground he headed over to were a few others were. Often one to turn the tables on a situation he grinned slightly and spoke casually. "I don't remember this destination being on the brochure."

Caitlin smiled "no. In the boats is some food and the ability to get more" she said, "are you hurt? There's blood. Not dizzy or anything?" She winced at herself. Nurse mode! She looked up at another newcomer "brouchures lie half the time!"

Anthony gingerly touches his wound before saying, "I have a really intense headache, but I'll be fine." He looks at the three people around him and asks, "Has...has anyone else washed up yet?"

Nodding in agreement he glanced around at what he could see of where they had ended up. It was a beautiful place. It would have been a nice place to visit were they not ship wrecked. After musing for a moment he couldn't help himself and he said sarcastically, if not enthusiastically. "Best... Lie... Ever."

Caitlin rolled her eyes, then said "well, that could be dehydration, instead of concussion so we just need to get you drinking water. Not too much, not all at once" she said, leaning back, "we need to find good shade, exmaine the items in the boats, and come up with a plan"

Zoe opened her eyes and instantly squeezed them shut again as the noon day sun blinded her temporarily. She was stranded on a white sand beach, and a couple feet away lay the life raft she had finally caught. It had been capsized and by the time she got to it, but the engineers who designed these things oboviously knew what they were doing, and besides all her supplies being slightly soggy, they seemed to be in perfect order. Zoe stood up, and her dinner lurched out of her stomach immediately. gross. She rushed over to the boat and discovered multiple food and water rations. She greedily gulped down half a bottle of water before replacing it among the others, before finally getting a good look at her surroundings. It was pretty much paradise, but in the middle of her awe, the depth of the situation sunk in. "ANYONE!" She yelled at the top of her lungs "ANYBODY OUT THERE?" tears started streaming down her face and she yelled until she was crying so hard she couldn't even speak.

John looked around when he heard the voice. At ;least he thought it was a voice. "Guys did you hear that? he asked the other castaways.

Looking at the tree line there seemed to be plenty of vegetation availible. "Well there is a decent amount of shade here already. If we need more we could probably make it. I'll take a look at what we have in the two boats here." Picking through the contents of the boats he organized everything so it would be easier to figure tout. Whilst in the process he stopped and listened. Was that a voice? It was hard to hear over the roar of the ocean.

Standing up and listening again he swore he heard something too. "Yeah. Good to know I wasn't the only one" He called back "HELLO? WE'RE OVER HERE!" Shortly after yelling it uncured to him that it may be just as difficult for them to hear him. He glanced around for a useful item before snapping his fingers. Of course, he knew he carried it around for a reason. He always hoped he'd never have to use it though. Reaching into his left pocket he pulled out his keys. On one of the rings was a aluminum whistle. Once upon a time it was colored black but the wear of it being beaten by keys over the years exposed the silver metal underneath. This should do the trick. Taking a breath he blew the whistle three times. Each time the sharp sound reached out much further than his voice could. At the very least whoever heard it would know there were others.

Anthony grabs a bottle of water and sighs, "I'm not just going to wait here. If someone needs help, we need to go to them." He snags the hatchet from his boat and sticks the handle through one of the belt loops on his pants. He stumbles toward the source of the cry was, and saw a lifeboat. As he nears the landed craft, Anthony sees a girl with tears pouring down her face. He kneels next to the crying girl and wants to comfort the girl that appears to be the same age as his sister, but stops just short of hugging her. While his brotherly instincts were in place, he didn't want to frighten her. Instead, he puts a hand on one of her shoulders and hands the water to her while saying, "Hey, it's alright. We're going to be fine, and we'll watch over each other until we're rescued."

Caitlin stood. She sighed, and followed. If people were hurt, she had the skills to treat them at least. Even with limited supplies, there were plenty of things you could use in the wild.

She didn't say anything as she followed, not as he spoke. That was a problem with Caitlin. She was shy. Yet she was trying to make an effort lately-she would after all be a nurse and needed to be a people
Person.

Still, she didn't speak, just checked there was no blood through a quick visual.

During her shock, Zoe hadn't even noticed the people coming. When the hand touched her shoulder, she nearly her heart almost stopped. She looked up suddenly and saw a boy standing above her. She could barely contain her joy and flung her arms around his neck "People! I'm so happy there are people!" She lets go of him quickly and wipes her eyes in an attempt to cover up any signs of crying. "I mean...I'm so happy I'm not the only one on this island." She frowned and looked towards the dense forest. "I mean...I think it's an island." Zoe wipes her eyes once more before smiling. "Thanks so much...rescued..." Zoe's eyes light up. "Rescued!" She dives for the equipment in her life raft. "We're going to be rescued!"