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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mithreander" data-source="post: 1078574" data-attributes="member: 13791">Trying to keep her eyes from slipping closed, Jollunia struggled to maintain her hold on the pieces of wood from the ship. She had been holding on to the assorted collection of wood and debris for what seems like days, though she's sure it's only been hours. Her arms ached, not to mention her legs, one of which seems to have been twisted in her attempt to get away from the sinking ship. The pieces of wood that she had gathered around herself were not enough to support her, so she was forced to stay conscious, or slip into the sea.Luckily, the cold water kept the desire to sleep at bay, or at least more at bay then it would have been. Is that surf that I hear, or is it my imagination? A pounding noise over the constant noise of the waves against the flotsam was hardly more then a hum in the distance. She strained her salt-crusted eyes in the direction of the noise, but could see nothing over the material around her. Well, if it is surf, then hopefully the tide will bring me in. If not... then... she left the thought unfinished; for the contemplation of a dark end was the last thing she wanted to dwell on.</blockquote>