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[color=bc8dbf][h3][center]~Charlotte LaChance~[/center][/h3][/color]

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	Ugh...how long had she been rowing? Her arms felt like they were about to give out completely. She was not suited to physical work at all. Not to mention, this heat. It was nowhere near the cool temperatures of her homeland at all, and even though she was reluctant to remove the cloak the heat was getting a little more than unbearable and it was just morning. By Astril's blood, if it was this warm in the morning she couldn't fathom how much worse it'd get during the day. Not that she had much of a choice, really. She was basically stranded out in the middle of the ocean with no way to get to land easily except by continuing on her intended course.

	The young woman groaned, sitting up from where she was sprawled out in the lifeboat. Someone might think she a shipwreck survivor if they saw her. If there was any peoples out here smart enough [i]too[/i] know what a ship even was, at least. Truthfully, she was not. She had taken the lifeboat from a ship hours earlier, just before dawn. She had passage on a larger ship and had been traveling on it since leaving the mainland, but...well. She didn't think the shady crew would be too entirely forgiving when they realized she didn't exactly have the ability to live up to the promise about treasure and money. People were so easily swayed by their greed, they didn't even think to consider they were being tricked, sometimes. 

	She reached over, grabbing the oars that lay at the bottom of the boat, hefting them and putting them back in the water. She had taken a few minutes rest to give her arms a brief reprieve from the strain of rowing for hours at a time. She hadn't been counting, but she had been the most physically active she had in the past few hours than she had been in her entire life. Well, save the occasional trips into the wilderness for herbs, plants, and other things, but those were rarely physically exhausting at all.

	At least land was in sight now. It was a small comfort, though. It just meant one thing was finished and she had to move onto the next. As soon as she made landfall, she should get rid of the boat. Bury it...break it down. Maybe make a makeshift shelter a little ways inland. It wouldn't do to let them know where she had made landfall at just in case they were foolish enough to try and come after her. First thing she should do though, would be to get some basic supplies - namely water. Distilling some with her tools shouldn't be entirely difficult, but it was definitely going to take some time before she was ready to move anywhere. She sighed, shaking her head and focusing on the task at hand.

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	Some minutes later, she had finally managed to reach the shore. She hopped out of the boat, pulling it through the water and onto the shore with some effort. By the time she had managed to safely secure the boat so the tide wouldn't carry it away, her arms burned, chest heaved, and she was feeling more than a little lightheaded by the activity. Oh, and now her boots and socks were wet. That was nice. She was going to have to dry them unless she wanted to chance a cold, and she really, really, didn't. Not without something to help remedy that. For now...a breather, though. Just a small one. She could get to work later.

	Charlotte plopped herself down onto the sandy shore, looking over the sea with a frown. Usually, she wouldn't really think much of the ocean. It was wet, noisy, often times bustling with annoying animals that liked to get overly friendly. For the moment though...a rest sounded nice. She fell backwards onto the sand. She was a bit sweaty, wet with sea water and extremely tired and a bit hungry.

...she'd have to hunt or something, wouldn't she?

Ugh. If gods or reincarnation existed, she must have either been horrifyingly cruel to puppies in a past life, or pissed off some deity.