(OPEN)Adrift, nearing shore...

[Ashton]

 

The log gently bobbed on the waves... how many days had it been?

 

The once bright red and golden captains coat was discolored and discusting at now, even though she had made an effort to... well "wash" it wasn't quite the term since she had no form of detergent... and the every-familiar feel of manacles on her legs and wings, though this time it appeared while escaping death the Griffoness was also accessorized with a noose around her neck, thankfully cut and loose enough she could survive, but getting it off was not going to be easy...

 

Harle sighed as she pulled herself out of the briny water and flat onto the large log that was the hybrid's current vessel a far cry from her glorious airship... or her less glorious airship she was using while the 'Wings were being retrofitted (even if some small part of her hated seeing any part of the ship changed given its sentimental history) though right now harle would have settled for a half-rotten log raft since that would atleast possibly be able to be steered The griffen counted her lucky stars (all 173 of them! She was so bored she counted the ones that somehow felt vaguely 'lucky' to her to help fend off monotony!) that she wasn't a pony and could easily (and without any real discomfort even) live off fish instead of having to spend more time trying to forage for edible seaweed!

 

The ex-pirate reached into her inner coat pocket and pulled out her decanter... she had long run out of alcohol, but the act of drinking even plain water from it, even if it did not calm her, was somehow soothing... it was too bad that the one item her captors had left her with was her decanter instead of her Gauntlet... gawd would a bit of magic come in handy the last few days to purify water, dry herself and her coat, cook her food, and even provide a little light at night... not to mention she could have used the Rift focus to send a message to her crew what happened... but she had not been expecting trouble and, out of respect, left all her weapons on the ship... not her brightest move, perhaps, but how often did diplomatic conferences devolve into kangaroo courts and lynch mobs!?

 

"Hellova way to go I s'pose" she commented, watching a drop of water fall off one of her larger feathers that protruded over her face "the infamous sky-pirate, finally pardoned by the crown, driven from a diplomatic conference by a snake-in-ponys-clothing, and dieing of exposure on the open seas... Poetic... pirate of the sky dies in the ocean, I'm sure when this news breaks the papers are gonna have a field day..." she snorted as she stretched out, draping her coat above her to act as some form of shield against the sun, serving the dual-purpose of making her little log slightly more visible....

 

As she drifted off, a lump on the horizon caught her eye was that land? nah, probably another mirage she had stopped looking for land by now, just counting the days until her immanent demise...

 

Though for better or worse, that day was still a ways off as lady luck had smiled on Harley and drifted her close enough to the shore that it was possible somecreature with a telescope or possibly just one going out deeper into the sea for fishing was likely to find her... assuming her luck held out... another day or two and there would be nothing left to find and save...