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[h3][color=662d91]-Gamie Jaeger : The Broken Boat and the Capsized Crew[/color][/h3]

The rocking of the boat... it wasn't as smooth or melodic today as the hunter sat alone within the recesses of his cabin, scribbling away into his journal; that was the only sound occupying his head other than the swishing of the ocean. The mans are was adjacent as his right moved at a rapid rate, digressing what had transpired on the open seas so far. Gamie's eyes fluttered from word to word before ending the entry. Pocketing the small book, he stood up from his seat, keeping his composition as the boat continued rocking. Curious to see the eve, Gamie took some precaution before exiting out of his cabin.

The night on the water wasn't as tranquil, but there was a certain uneasiness to it; a bad omen? [color=662d91]"Hmph,"[/color] he grunted, chastising himself silently for believing in such a silly thought. The boat roughly began swaying uneasily, and Gamie struggled to keep his own balance as he waddled over the deck. [color=662d91]"... looks like the boat isn't rockin' for that reason,"[/color] he muttered, walking past a few sailors on deck, along with any others occupying the vicinity.

Seems like they needed some assistance for the most part, despite the muscle they used. His probably wouldn't be much, but it would be better than retreating back to his room and writing in his journal (gasp), and doing... whatever Foxy was doing; some carnival acts to keep them entertained? Balancing act? That wasn't exactly the most important thing as he ignored the attempts at keeping the morale of the group up. Some sailors were losing their grip and this whole night was growing worse by the minute.

Grasping at one of the masts to avoid being thrown into the water, he watched as others tugged on the ropes to keep the sails up. One of the few men were thrown off, making the former's job difficult with the way things were transpiring. This would be a simple job as he tried to make his way toward the man. It was difficult keeping balance and at this rate, he would plunge into the depths.

But what was life without taking a few risks? Especially ones that would benefit myriads of people.

Wobbling quickly, Gamie lunged forward, grabbing the rope, almost falling off in the process. This was no hunt, but it was nevertheless an exciting prospect. His heart pumped with fury as the surprised man took note of the extra hands, but nevertheless kept tugging and so did he. As he did so, he noticed another figure dancing throughout the ship, but instead it was actually beneficial... and in the winds.

Amazon retrieved some of the flailing sailors as they were flung off the sides from what he discerned for a couple of seconds before attending back to the more important thing. He did not at all seem fazed by all this, rather he was brandishing his teeth, his brows furrowed as he was thrown to the side with the man. That would of left a sizable bruise on his side if he wasn't so lucky.

However, he didn't show any signs of being affected when the boat began to completely tip over. The shouts of confusion and screeches were drowned out by the water as he and many others were submerged into the water.

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...

He felt the salt water splash against his face, gurgling it as he sunk for a moment, barely keeping a semblance of consciousness. Gamie felt the water being forced down his throat, the stinging of his eyes and nostrils. It hurt.

He could barely twist his neck or move a limb as he struggled to make out the silhouettes of the other people. This was truly an unorthodox way to go, at least to Gamie. Struggling to rip some water away, the hunter used what little strength he had left and thrust his left arm towards the surface of the water, not before losing consciousness.
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..?

Was he gone? Was this the form of afterlife he was in? A swirling dark void of nothingness were the only things he could truly perceive, other than the soothing sloshing of water. His gut felt filled to the brim with nothing but sea water and god knows what else. His face felt gritty as he began returning to reality.

His body was wracked with soreness and dehydration, but for the most part, he was alive. Laying his arms horizontally, he pushed himself up and had the characteristic of being like a dog in this position... a drenched dog perhaps. Harsh coughing was met from the man as he pushed himself up onto his knees before observing his surroundings.

.. but before he could observe too much, his face was slapped with some water thanks to The Amazon.

Pushing most of the lingering liquid from his face, he attempted to respond to her drying off... but promptly returned fire onto the ground as his throat began to gurgle before coughing up most of the water he swallowed. [color=662d91]"Someone's ratha' wet,"[/color] Gamie grumbled, wiping his mouth with his greaves as he slowly stood up before tearing his robe off of his being.

Of course, there was masculine shriek nearby from a familiarish sounding voice...

Wringing out the black cloth, he slowly turned his head to be met with The Demon trying to awaken the rest of the group of survivors. Of course, it would take some readjusting, but he couldn't bemoan right now over how he physically felt. Sure, he would prefer to wait until it all completely went away, but there was the former problem of crashing onto the shore of what he believed was the new world.

Excellent.

Standing there, he felt his knees buckle slightly and decided to kneel onto the sand for a bit, setting his robe to the side as he glared at the others. The Foxy dancer was the first of the few, questioning if everyone was ripe as rain. Of course with splashing from the water, he noticed Scales had manage to keep his strength before expiring on the grains...

Of course, the Kitsune was met with complaints from The Hermit who decided sarcasm was the best course of action. Eyeing the girl, he gave a small quip as he scanned the area. [color=662d91]"Everyone took it ha'd too you know, s'quell your complaints Hermit..."[/color] His stony face continued to look at the area, finding different types of debris washing onto the shore.

Shoving himself up, the man wobbled for a second before regaining balance. Retrieving his partially soaked cloak, he put it over his shoulders, but not before noticing his bag was gone. Gamies gaze softened as he glanced at Foxy. [color=662d91]"In any case, I'm well fo' now Foxy... I'll lick my bruises lata'..."[/color] Pivoting away, his eyes were amidst the wreckage as he slowly walked towards the water, letting the water encompass the base of his sabatons.

Procuring some of the lingering wood nearby, none of this would aid him in seeking game, but it would do for firewood if it was dried out. More water rushed up his feet, delivering a few more pieces of driftwood. [color=662d91]"... best we get to work; time isn't still..."[/color][/center]