[h2][center] Oswald Connoly- Surviving on the Island[/center][/h2]

Oswald felt helpless as he slowly shambled about the boat, only able to find a small first aid kit, which he clipped to his Dust pouch as he made his way to evacuate the sinking ship. Getting aboard one of the lifeboats, Oswald pressed himself up against one of the sides and took a breather. He needed it, as well. Not even drawing his sword, simply relying on his cane, he'd been in pain the entire time. Even with Aura and his relatively profound constitution, his wounds were still agonizing. 

As they approached the island, Oswald wondered how his "performance" would be evaluated. While he was successful in dealing with the scenario, he had done so by completely avoiding everything that could have gotten him hurt. While that was certainly a survival tactic, it wasn't exactly...great. Especially if it meant relying on others putting themselves in the line of fire for you. 

Once they arrived and heard Estelle's announcement, however, Oswald felt a strange combination of relief and frustration. While he'd definitely be able to help here, he wasn't sure of how to deal with a monsoon. At the same time, he was a bit annoyed that they still had more to do. This [i]was[/i] a survival class, though...

It was time to survive. 

"I can handle making a signal fire. Just...get me wood. Small bits for kindling, good dry ones to make the fire, and some wet pieces for smoke." He was almost visibly out of breath after that much speaking, and it took him a second to start moving to find a good spot. "If somebody could help out....that'd be a real big help."