Amal had needed a vacation away from Araby, but this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. His muscles ached and he still felt every breath was precious despite being well above the water. The carpet landed beside him, and while it was still clearly a threaded cloth, he knew it would likely be as miffed as Emmaline's serpent if he or she were to use it to cover their genitals. Luckily, he had not dreamed; only faded in and out of consciousness as the waves roiled around him. 

"Usually that doesn't happen when I'm with a woman," He replied, trying his best to smile and keep their spirits up. He never thought seeing a naked Emmaline wouldn't immediately make him speechless, but this was extenuating circumstances even if she did look ravishing sitting atop the wood. It was at that moment his stomach grumbled angrily and he realized he had spent the time he could have been eating with Emmaline. The thief shrugged. "Worth it." 

"Hmmm?" 

He shook his head. "I'm simply thinking. How long were we out?" He asked, but neither could rightly tell the answer. All night it seemed, and they had only been a few days at sea. The frigate was likely just beside Brettonia it collapsed, which even Amal had some inkling of the geography there. It did not explain why the sun even behind the clouds was beginning to become sweltering. He groaned and got to his feet, naked as the day he was born and looking around the horizon. He didn't know if it was the sun peeking out of the clouds that blotted his vision, or if there truly was no land in sight. 

The sound of the gently bobbing water that buffeted the small raft beneath them was palpable and made him feel very alone, even with Emmaline and the magical items right here with them. He heard Settra's mad laughter in his mind, and a fire grew hot within him. The realization made him angry, and the hunger just drove him to rage even moreso. The Arabyan shook his fist in the air. "The next time I find you Settra, I will steal more than your crown!" He cried, his voice echoing across the water. "Do you hear me!?" 

He plopped back on the wood, being all too aware of a few splinters on the underside of his legs. Placing his face in his hand, he sighed. "I guess we lost the jewels to the crown as well... fuck." Amal lay back on the wooden planks and looked up at the clouds. He had gotten out of dodgy situations before, but being stranded in the middle of the ocean with no food, water, shelter, or clothing was a new one. "I doubt our luck could get much better." He stated facetiously. 

The water puddled atop the wooden planks for a moment, and the raft shook lightly from the wind. A wind that Amal did not feel, even on his bare groin that was, at the moment, the most verticle thing about him as he lay there. He blinked and raised himself up on his elbows, turning to see Emmaline clutching the serpent's mark on her chest, staring wide eyed past her new lover. Amal followed her eyes and saw a ridged, webbed crest upon a serpentine body sliding out of the water in a coil. Amal's breath was stolen from his body as he watched the flowing, huge serpentine body disappear with a flash of a forked tail. 

"Allah preserve us," he whispered.

Another crest rose out of the waves, but this time it was beneath their small raft that looked dangerously fragile compared to this beast that was as wide as Amal and Emmaline side by side. The thief caught the briefest glance of Emmaline's tattoo, and it looked as if it was writhing before both of them had to hold on for life as the raft was suddenly yanked across the water like a whip. Even the carpet uncoiled and held onto the slits in the plankings. 

The raft went back and forth in great sloshes of water, threatening to toss them into the depths. But after a minute Amal glanced at the sky and realized they were head generally west. Not that they weren't going to be pulled under the water and devoured at any moment. 
[@Penny]