There was a whole list of thoughts that had filtered through her mind as she shuffled along the shore line, clinging to her soaked robe. At least it wasn’t too cold. Even with just a slight chill it was a little miserable. Fortunately though, with the sun peaking across the water, she was already warming through. Even if that sunrise was threatened by the promise of stormclouds. At least for a small moment she’d be granted reprieve. 

The sand stretched almost endlessly out before her and she was certain that there would be something. At least there would have been some sort of sign of people. She hadn’t found anything. Not a boat, not a dock. Nothing. Not even smoke from primitive camps . She frowned. Already she’d been going for what seemed like too long and Ada kicked at the sand in frustration. 

With her salt crimped hair drying stiff and wild, she sat down in the sand, grumbling in frustration. Adeline had been taken out ‘camping’ with her brothers when she was younger, but in the current situation it was almost impossible to settle her mind enough to get herself organized right now. Shelter. Water. Food? What about predators? Her imagination could spin wild images for her. Giant beasts she’d only seen in photos charging from the trees. Lizards with gaping maws of teeth and bodies larger than the automobiles on the streets back home. 

No matter how skilled she thought she was, Ada wouldn’t last long if she was faced with something like that. As it stood though she could hear birds, and the breeze in the trees. The water washing against the sand. It was all picturesque, or would have been if she hadn’t been stranded in a shipwreck with no idea how to get home. All thoughts of home and possible things going bump in the night were cut short when she heard birds scatter. Ada snapped her head round only to find something she’d only seen in storybooks come trotting from the trees. 
Dinosaurs. 

With their deadly looking teeth and claws, she did not think they were going to pass up a meal. How was that even possible!? She’d read something about extinction somewhere. There was no record of living dinos! She scrambled to her feet, and backed away down the beach. Could she outrun them? Not likely but perhaps she could get up a tree long enough for them to leave her to find shelter. 
So, Ada turned and she ran barefoot towards the trees. With her heart racing in her throat and her mind set on flight, Ada had no time to think about anything else. 
The underbrush was thicker than she had anticipated and as she fumbled through it she scraped herself up a bit. 
Finally, the usually composed woman scrambled up a tree, just seconds ahead of the beasts.