[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]

Safe from the creature, it was now a battle against the water that, with each roll, attempted to pull her away from Fyror. She could feel the man clutch her and pull her closer to him. She could feel his breath in his chest and she would probably be forever grateful for him saving her, if they lived through this encounter. However, she was pulled back harder now. She wanted to scream but could not find her voice.

Until she realized she was not being pulled by the dark abyss of the water nor by the creature they had just encountered. Instead, she was hoisted aboard the ship. She looked at her savior and couldn't help but notice his rugged handsomeness. It may not be the best time, but Colette could hardly not notice. She sat, shivering on the ship's floor as another man called for a blanket, assuming for her. [color=E395B2]"M-m--mer-ci.."[/color] she managed to quiver out before she scanned the ship to see if Fyror made it out.

She caught his form despite the night and breathed a silent prayer of thanks. They seemed to be safe, for now. She was cold and wet, but alive. The question remained though: who were these men?