"i-im.... alive...?" Isari lays on the warm sands, slowly opening her eyes. "Im alive!" She shouts with a smile as she tries to stand, yet her arm seems to have been injured. She sigh's as she struggles to stand, but eventually meets her goal. "What a day.. haha i could really use a drink!" Isari reaches for her bag with her good arm to grab a bottle of rum she had brought along on her trip but soon notices its missing. "Eh? i wonder if anyone's seen it.. oh!" She sees a man struggling to free a weapon from the endless waves of sand with all his force. As he completes his task she smiles and runs over to him. "You! Yes, you! Are you busy at all?" She says with a grin. "Oh what am i saying, its not like you have some place to be, right?" She laughs and slaps her knee quite pleased with her joke, but cringes as she notices she used her bad arm. She rolls up her sleeve and notices its a bit bruised. "Hehe... Ouch. Hey, you seem like the dependable type. Care to help me out?"