[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] On the Open Sea
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette could not mask her fear. This was slowly becoming the end of her adventure and she had not finished what she hoped to. Millicent was still in danger and she was here, being attacked by some large creature and about to drown. She maneuvered her way to Fyror, fearing the man may not be able to support the both of them. The ship continued to break at the creature, perhaps taunting them, continued to rush through. She felt herself pulled almost from Fyror's hand, but she held firm. It was comforting feeling his hands on her, supporting her should the worst happen.

She could not see much, but the lightning provided enough light to make out the shadow charging them. Colette closed her eyes, knowing a few more attacks would be the end until she heard a loud explosion. She had assumed it was thunder, but she opened her eyes and scanned the horizon. The creature moved past them as shot after shot rang out. Was it gone? Colette could only hope.

The sound came from an oncoming ship. Was it there to help them? Or merely to attack the creature? She hoped the former as she struggled to maintain holdings on Fyror. The man had saved her and, she hoped, she could do him a service later if they lived through this ordeal.