[ another day, another failure. that makes it seventeen days now, for those of you at home who are counting. almost three weeks of nonstop searching, only to turn up empty-handed each time. it probably wouldn't sting so bad, if it didn't feel like the island was taunting them each and every time. ]
I'm back.
[ sanji would be able to tell from her flat tone alone that today's search has once again ended in failure. she certainly doesn't need to pour salt on the injury by explaining any further, but given the very nature of their situation, some debriefing is always necessary.
a half-drawn map is set down on oversized barrel they've come to use for dining, along with a waterlogged compass and oil lamp. ]
There's nothing but jungle north of where we stopped last. What we thought might have been another stranded was just the nest of a jaguar and her cubs.
[ some days, the sense of dread and hopelessness is so overwhelming, it feels like the first day all over again. waking up half-soaked in the sand along the island's shoreline, the last few memories of her life before this flickering in and out of her field of vision as the rest of her surroundings filter into view. broken wood, waterlogged crates. every indication of a shipwreck, only angelika had never been on a ship once in her entire life.
two hours later, she finds sanji on another beach, mulling over the remains of a seaplane — something he'd never been on either. it had taken them three days later before coming across this abandoned shed, what would end up being their would-be shelter for the next few weeks. and it was a week and a half later when the island first reached out to them, letting them know their compatriots were in similar situations, looking for them as well. even now, angelika isn't sure if that was meant to be helpful or not.
passing a hand over her face, she pushes out a steadying sigh. it could be worse, she keeps telling herself. it could always, always be worse. ]
[ even with the passing of several weeks, sanji remains no closer to finding out just how he got here or, even worse, how he could get out. being lost at sea always remains a risk when your entire life is so venture out onto the waters, though typically when he ends up in a trapped predicament, he often has his crew by his side. yet, in all the weeks they've been here, they'd found no other stranded company, much less any with a face that he would recognize from home.
finding angelika had been all the luck he needed, really. to end up on an island with a beauty! of course, he's worried about about his friends, prioritizing finding out exactly how he can get back to them, but at the very least, there isn't a rise of panic. he'd probably have been more annoyed by the situation if it'd been some man in his company instead.
still, it really isn't the worst case for a stranded scenario, not when he's known truly what it means to be on a rock with no resources whatsoever — no plant life, no water, no food. it's to their advantage that this particular island has plenty of foliage with a deep green jungle that stretches quite far, with enough fruit that he's been able to confirm bears no poison. it might not be a consistent string of high class dishes, but sanji's been able to be quite creative with the kinds of salads he's prepared consistently for their regular nutrition.
despite their luck in certain areas though, he can see the disappointment in her eyes when she returns. ]
[ he gives her a reassuring smile, one that she may not even realize is rare in its appearance of lacking a cigarette being tucked between his lips. if he weren't getting his regular daily dose of woman-in-his-presence, he might have lost his mind from the lack of a good smoke.
stepping to that central barrel, he sets down the piece of carved bark that's been used as a makeshift plate, some healthy greens sprinkled above it with a scatter of nuts and berries. ]
You should eat. [ he offers, his voice soft. ] Maybe tomorrow I can take up the search instead. Give you some time to rest.
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I'm back.
[ sanji would be able to tell from her flat tone alone that today's search has once again ended in failure. she certainly doesn't need to pour salt on the injury by explaining any further, but given the very nature of their situation, some debriefing is always necessary.
a half-drawn map is set down on oversized barrel they've come to use for dining, along with a waterlogged compass and oil lamp. ]
There's nothing but jungle north of where we stopped last. What we thought might have been another stranded was just the nest of a jaguar and her cubs.
[ some days, the sense of dread and hopelessness is so overwhelming, it feels like the first day all over again. waking up half-soaked in the sand along the island's shoreline, the last few memories of her life before this flickering in and out of her field of vision as the rest of her surroundings filter into view. broken wood, waterlogged crates. every indication of a shipwreck, only angelika had never been on a ship once in her entire life.
two hours later, she finds sanji on another beach, mulling over the remains of a seaplane — something he'd never been on either. it had taken them three days later before coming across this abandoned shed, what would end up being their would-be shelter for the next few weeks. and it was a week and a half later when the island first reached out to them, letting them know their compatriots were in similar situations, looking for them as well. even now, angelika isn't sure if that was meant to be helpful or not.
passing a hand over her face, she pushes out a steadying sigh. it could be worse, she keeps telling herself. it could always, always be worse. ]
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finding angelika had been all the luck he needed, really. to end up on an island with a beauty! of course, he's worried about about his friends, prioritizing finding out exactly how he can get back to them, but at the very least, there isn't a rise of panic. he'd probably have been more annoyed by the situation if it'd been some man in his company instead.
still, it really isn't the worst case for a stranded scenario, not when he's known truly what it means to be on a rock with no resources whatsoever — no plant life, no water, no food. it's to their advantage that this particular island has plenty of foliage with a deep green jungle that stretches quite far, with enough fruit that he's been able to confirm bears no poison. it might not be a consistent string of high class dishes, but sanji's been able to be quite creative with the kinds of salads he's prepared consistently for their regular nutrition.
despite their luck in certain areas though, he can see the disappointment in her eyes when she returns. ]
Don't worry, Angelika-chan. We'll find someone soon enough.
[ he gives her a reassuring smile, one that she may not even realize is rare in its appearance of lacking a cigarette being tucked between his lips. if he weren't getting his regular daily dose of woman-in-his-presence, he might have lost his mind from the lack of a good smoke.
stepping to that central barrel, he sets down the piece of carved bark that's been used as a makeshift plate, some healthy greens sprinkled above it with a scatter of nuts and berries. ]
You should eat. [ he offers, his voice soft. ] Maybe tomorrow I can take up the search instead. Give you some time to rest.