Charlotte removed her blazer and pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she rested against her corner of the raft, letting out a sigh. The sun was especially merciless today, but not matter how bad it got she wouldn't remove her gloves. Worst case scenario, she could pull a flare gun out and fire it. Ammo wasn't a concern, it was how long it would take to be found, and by whom. She looked over at her companion, a young, blonde man with a very smug smirk on his face. He seemed to be convinced he had an idea of how to get out, or at least something to make him feel superior. Whatever the case, she didn't have much faith in anything he was devising. She looked back up at the sky. What luck to have a cloudless day.
You and the character above you are trapped on a raft. Alone. In the middle of a large ocean filled with water and who knows what. How did you get here? Well, if you want to delve into that then its completely up to you!
Now that you are trapped on the raft with (more than likely) a stranger, what do you do? Does your character freak out and pass out? Is your character evil enough to stab open the raft and wait to sink? Or does your character have an affinity for water and you gladly swim away! Whatever they do, its up to you
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- This thread is IC, meaning In Character!
Updated 05/01/2022
Marcus was stuck on a raft with this animal humanoid creature. He's seen a few like them on his many adventures before, so this wasn't a shock to him. He noticed she was trying her best not to fall from the raft, so he steadied it for her. Marcus has been observing her and noticed how sick she looked every passing hour. Perhaps she gets seasick? No that wasn't it. Looked as if she had always been sick or perhaps has a weakened system. Marcus was a captain and he had a natural instinct to protect his flock. Marcus gently approached her, assuring her that he wasn't a threat. Reaches to his bag and pulls his flask that contained the last they had water, and hands it over to her.
He knew his size was a problem for the both of them because this was a small raft and it may tip over. Marcus wanted to make the best of the situation and make use of his stature. He moves around the raft, making sure he was facing the sun so that his body can cast a shadow on Chandrika. He looked at her and noticed her energy and spirit was being drained from her. He had to keep her courage alive, let her know that everything will be ok and that her Captain was going to take care of her, "You will see your family again, I promise you."
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Marcus sensed Amer's distrust in him. She certainly is doing a great job avoiding him and she certainly was keeping to herself. Perhaps she had a lot on in her mind. She was stranded in this small raft with a strange man. Her loved ones are probably worried about her. Marcus, showing respect and trying to win her trust, stays silence. He was willing to be more collaborative when she's ready.
(Well gosh darn it. Marcus such a stanky and fugly man that BOTH of the users closed their accounts. So it just looks like he be replying to nothing! I think I've never seen this happened before. LMAO!!! Definitely going to keep the original response there, for the laughs. HEHEHEH! Hohohoho!! )
"Musclehead? You're a funny man!" As he gave a hearty laugh. This raft clearly wasn't big enough for the both of them, but he was sure happy he was stuck in here with another fella. He probably wouldn't enjoy a company that would complain. It was good to have another man to just chill with. He smacks Nobutaka's chest hard. "Alrighty then big guy, lets have this arm wrestle!" Smirks.
"Well this is shit, eh?" Taka groaned from his side of the raft. How the hell he and Marcus got stranded like this he'd never know. And you know what? He didn't care! He just wanted to get off this stupid thing and get on some land! It had to have been, what, maybe an hour? He didn't have a watch, there was no telling on his part. The mobster looked back at his companion. Tough-looking guy, the kind that would probably talk about football or some shit. Taka gave him a shark grin and leaned forward. "Let's have an arm wrestle while we're waitin', Musclehead."
"Christ, ain't nobody around and ya still wanna keep up this tough gal act, huh, Hoodie?" seethed Taka, one leg pulled up for his arm to rest over. He quirked an eyebrow when she instructed them to stay in the spots they were currently staying in on the raft. Guess whatever it took to cope. Whatever.
He rested his head against the palm of his hand and closed his eyes. Might as well try to get some kind of sleep. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by her sudden question about the weather. "Eh? What, I'm allowed ta chat when it's convenient for ya?" he snapped and closed his eyes again, overhearing her comment about death. "Tell ya what, Hoodie, I see a shark and I'll toss ya to 'em. That oughta be quick."
Maribelle stared out into the sea, her eyes wide. She was a bit unnerved. She hadn't been out on the water like this before, honestly, and being so far from the mainland...
"I think this'd be nicer if you were capable for shutting up for-- for a little more than ten minutes..." Maribelle said in a hushed voice to Nobutaka. She craned her neck over the side of the raft and peered into the cerulean water below, her heart pounding. The ocean seemed it would be as deep as it was vast. A part of her doubted that they would ever find land again. "This is like out of a book, I think. I think that would be good, too, but books usually have very... fake endings."
The girl went quiet, and then flopped back in the raft with a defeated huff. Maybe she was too ready to give up, but what can you do? She turned to look over her shoulder at the other party.
"You can stay on one side." she said, "And I'll stay on the other, and..."
She trailed off and looked up towards the sky. Even quieter, she asked, "Do you think it'll storm?" Gods, she was not in the mood for a storm right now. Dread settled in her stomach and she pressed her face into a frown. "I'm not sure if that or staying on the boat would be a slower death... I don't think I'd like to die through drowning, though. I can swim alright, but I don't want to drown."
follow-up follow-up follow-up
It wasn't as though Maribelle was unused to raptors. They weren't a dreadfully uncommon sight back home, at least, and she wasn't one to deny how delicious halszkaraptors were in her experience. Being stuck on a raft with one so... gigantic, however, had her rightfully nervous. So, she kept her distance from Swallowsprite as much as possible, though her tail intruded upon her own little bubble. Once more, she was trapped, and it wasn't like she could whine at an animal as she did prior. Animals didn't listen to complaints as well.
So, there she was, sharing the raft with a beast thrice her size, and not doing a damn thing about it. She sat there patiently. As patiently as Maribelle could be, anyways.
And, when the animal dunked her head into the ocean, Maribelle flinched and pulled herself back against the side of the raft, where she felt it rock uneasily beneath her weight. She was really starting to feel the anxiety coming on, as she grasped the sides and re-situated herself carefully and a bit closer to the center of the platform. She narrowed her eyes when the dinosaur raised her head again, her feathers soaking wet, but with a fish half the size of the girl in her maw. Her mouth watered at the sight, and when it was just left there, she considered reaching out to grab it. Problem struck when she realized she didn't know how well a fire would last out here.
Nonetheless, she sighed and leaned herself back against the side of the raft again, muttering to the raptor,
"At least you're better company than Nazaire, right?"
Two carnivores on a raft, drifting in the sea. What happens next? (Stay tuned, and find out... If they ever get onto land.)
Brown hummed to herself while eyeing the dinosaur, which admittedly looked pretty appetizing given the circumstances. Unfortunately, she had no idea whether she wanted to eat her raw... Or roast her... Or just dunk her in the ocean and hope the ocean water didn't ruin the taste. Either way, she was hungry, and she needed to make the decision fast. Time was of the essence, after all, she remembered to herself while delivering the raptor a sharp look.
"How easy would it be," she mused aloud with a hand to her chin, "to get some fish, or two?" No answer was expected, but she did hear a cry of an albatross flying by them. Raising her fist at the seabird, Brown spat, "Oh, fuck off," before hunching her shoulders and crossing her arms like she was being sent to time-out in the corner. Wow, way to be mature. Again, she looked over at the other party and couldn't help but admire her feathers. The gentle sheen provided by the sunlight... It made her realize how nicely blue and orange went well together, as much as she didn't give a shit about those types of affairs. You know, she pondered with a small smile, this creature almost looks too good to consume.
Emphasis on the "almost" part of her revelation.
Though, to be fair, Brown did feel some guilt over wanting to eat the dinosaur. because she did remind her of the fossils she saw in the museum back at home. She remembered - as a little girl - wanting to see a dinosaur in the flesh, and now there was one right in front of her! If she was still like said lass, Brown would've been grinning from ear to ear. But time had passed, and she had become more jaded and cynical to the point that the most she could respond to her childhood dream being realized was a small yet genuine smile. Maybe, if circumstances were better, she wouldn't be caught in such a conundrum.
It made her sigh, look up at the sky, and mutter, "To be fair, I would rather eat fish until everything else runs out..." The thought of the raptor trying to eat her was null. Ignorance is bliss, I guess?
heck. a follow-up. also, technically... Brown is supposed to be human. the wolf basically exists as an urban legend variation of her - just as a note for future interactions. apologies for not making this clear in my post- ^^"
Brown eyed the cookie, and as appetizing as she looked, the other party was probably lucky that the former wasn't all that inclined to eat sweets; she ate some every so often - just as a little treat - but would she eat one for the sake of survival? Probably not. There were better things to be sought anyway. Like fish.
She looked down beneath the raft and saw her reflection, her mouth curling into a scowl as she eyed herself. Normally. she'd have enough hubris to where she wouldn't even fathom such an action, but... In retrospect, she really had terrible luck with these encounters, huh? First, it was with a dinosaur, but at least that was tolerable because it reminded her of better days... Now it was with a cookie. A cookie person. Something like that? It was weirder than the last one either way.
Maybe I am dreaming... How surreal would that be? she speculated while blinking at her reflection. She dipped a hand in the water and allowed waves to emanate from her wriggling fingers, almost being entranced by the ripples at some points. However, when Brown wasn't looking at herself, she was giving glares to the other party - who appeared to be hunting for fish. Not only was she naturally a grumpy fellow, she also noticed the wings on the cookie's back and was getting increasingly irritated by the minute.
"Hey," Brown butted in while yanking her hand out of the water and pointing it at the other party, "Why the hell are you here? You can just fly with those wings, huh?" She then put her hands together and pretended that they were part of a fluttering bird. Eyes narrowed, she growled further, "If you are so afraid of my presence, why not just... I don't know? Fucking fly away? You probably have enough sugar in you to last a whole lifetime at this point. I am pretty sure that spending a few hours - at most - finding land will be nothing on you."
She remained bitchy even when the plop of a cooked sardine could be heard on the raft. Brown glanced down at it for a second, then looked back up at the other party and crossed her arms. She'd eat the fish later, but maybe she wouldn't need to... Not if she ate that damn cookie first. Maybe she's asking to be a treat... Brown, what happened to not having that much of a sweet tooth?
Even as the fish started to accumulate, the woman kept staring at the cookie like the latter was wasting her time and being very, very foolish. Is this an excuse of a peace offering? she groused while finally picking up a fish. By now, it had started to reek slightly because of the sun, and it was tossed overboard. She's trying to poison me with rotting fish, huh!? Thought the one who's literally just leaving them there, but okay.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of tense silence, Brown barked again, "You can stop fishing for me now. I like seafood, but this..." She pointed her eyes over at the pile, almost pinching her nose in the process, before looking back over at the cookie. "... This is too far. How about you eat some yourself? You really think I can eat that much? By myself? That would be such a huge waste. The only way this would be useful will be if this attracts all the seagulls in the world, and they somehow take us to safety. If the raft doesn't fucking sink first."
The dragon let off a loud huff that was barely audible over her stomach growling.
She had been sprawled out on the raft for quite some time, swatting her hand at the water. Half of her hoped this creature didnt find cookies appetizing. She didnt want to be this creatures next meal.
She let out a groan, before something had been caught in her claws. A sardine to be exact. She lets out a shout of excitement, which would sound as a small squeak to the much larger creature.
Blue was about to take a bite out of it, before her glare rested upon the other, striking her with a fear of being eaten deep down. Her stomach growls again, but she offers the fish over to Brown, hoping it would be enough to satisfy her hunger for now.
A puff of smoke escaped her mouth, almost cooking the fish to perfection.
She went back to fishing, hoping that she had made peace with the wolf like creature that had been staring at her.
Hours had passed over the whole trip, Blue now having a pile of fish on the raft for Brown. If she can keep it full, she would be okay.
Or so she hoped.
Irritation continued to quickly build within the drifting pirate. Just his luck to get stuck out in the open ocean, no land nor ship to be seen for miles, and he's with a fuckin' stranger of all things! A stranger who, as Marley continues to glare at, has wings. He's going to jump and drown. Being a pirate and all, Marley doesn't mind the ocean. It's a relaxing backdrop to his daily activities, and once he gets sick of it Marley will return to the shore. He never would have imagined that being stuck on a raft with a humanoid dragon would be his undoing.
For most of their time together Marley had been sitting with his feet dipping into the water and the rest of his torso splayed out on their little barge. But as his irritation grows, especially since he feels a sunburn fraying his skin, he can't help but jerk upright and stand, causing the pathetic dingy to bob back and forth. A person without their sea legs would be getting sick with how long they've been swaying on the current. "Jus' fuckin' fly!" He yells, waving with his hands and pointing at the sky. "You've got fuckin' wings for a fuckin' reason! My crew'll be here any second, n' they don't take kindly to strangers, and I'm reachin' my limit, too! So get tha' fuck off!" Outburst completed, Marley huffs, crosses his arms, and sits right back down with his toes in the water.
With much apprehension, Skinner looked over at the younger individual. Something about the latter just... Rubbed him the wrong way, even if he usually expressed curiosity towards folk that his contemporaries would normally consider inferior. He gulped and shifted himself on the planks, hoping that his weight wouldn't cause the raft to flip over. Maybe it's the fact that he doesn't seem like the type to enjoy people like myself... he pondered with a frown, before letting out a loud "Ah!" as soon as a trickle of seawater touched his shoe.
Goodbye, semblance of dignity. (Assuming that one existed at this point, because it wasn't exactly a lovely time for him to be stuck in the middle of the ocean, with nothing but a pirate for company.)
"It's one thing to be eating fish on a platter," the older man remarked while holding his hands to his head, "but it's a completely different thing to be at risk of being eaten by a fish! I sure hope the little creatures in the ocean under us don't have a good memory..." He winced and let one arm fall so that he could use it to rub the other one. Continuing to frown, he added, "Though I don't think memory matters if they're..." His words trailed off for a bit - thank goodness - before he picked back up again: "... Dead?"
All this morbid talk will eat at you. Please, you have to be careful with what you say, lest people consider you a cold-blooded murderess, he remembered telling his wife once, before she cursed him out and left the room. Skinner didn't question it then, and neither did he now; however, in retrospect, he did consider whether he should've worded or said it differently. He argued to himself that the point should be maintained, but perhaps the method of conveying it would be altered.
Skinner, this really isn't a good time to be philosophizing about the past... But at the same time, it could be worse? For one thing, he wasn't blabbing his heart out to the other party and acting a bit like a patronizing snob in the process. Also, if he knew what he was doing, he could try catching some fish for him and the pirate to eat... Goodness, did the aristocrat miss the lovely, salty taste of fish... Whether it be raw or cooked... He just wanted it back in his mind. Alas...
He turned his head to the other party and abruptly broke the silence by asking, "By the way, do you have any experience with fishing? Because I reckon that it'd be of great use right now, or at least until help arrives, hm?"
oh heck. a follow-up. Bonbon is precious and I WILL die for her. can't stop won't stop. >:(
Skinner turned to look at the horse and saw nothing but that. Expecting a twist, he was sorely disappointed with his finding, but then again... It could be worse? He snickered to himself when he thought, Well, at least i'm not stuck with my wife! She would've killed and skinned me for food! Wow... Harsh much? There was still nonetheless a genuine amount of relief in his mind as reality continued to unfold itself, and it became more and more obvious that he was with a horse and not someone imitating as a horse.
Nice.
"You know, as peculiar as everything is," the aristocrat remarked to the mare with an outstretched hand, "I believe that it'll all work out eventually. I mean, the raft itself is staying afloat despite our combined weight! It almost seemed improbable at first, but it's working out with time, right?" Skinner grinned at the mare as if he was expecting an answer. She... She did seem intelligent, right? He had probably looked into her eyes for too long and saw sapience... Dehydration was a likely factor in the amount of mental gymnastics he was going through.
He continued smiling even as the horse approached him, and at some point, he had the wonderful idea of reaching out to pet her mane. Considering that the aristocrat had been exposed to chitin for most of his career, the feeling of something soft and luscious like hair tended to evade his memory. Skinner, after all, was a curious man, and he saw no reason in reigniting something that was usually only a periodic - or occasional, to be perfectly honest - occurrence.
Her movement, however, had caused the raft to shake slightly - and, alas, so did Skinner's smile. His inappropriately cheerful nature would've persisted even if the raft was just a misplaced or snapped plank away from sinking, but... Honestly, the only way he would've been frowning was if he was stuck with Brown. Brutal. He rubbed his hands and looked at her as if she was a friend and not food (for now).
"Yes, yes," he mused aloud while sitting alongside the creature, "it's a lovely day - out on the ocean - isn't it? Even if we're afloat with no sign of hope in sight at the moment... I still think rescue will come eventually, don't you think? I believe you probably have an owner, back at home, who's in hysterics at the moment. I wonder how they're doing. Maybe they could lead to us getting back to the mainland soon?" Even though there was no punchline, Skinner laughed and gently slapped his thigh. "Yes! We'll be safe again soon, just you see, dear steed! I doubt you'd remember me, but I know for a fact that I'll remember you when I recount this tale to anyone who wants to listen, ha!"
If Skinner were ever desperate enough to eat a horse, then here was Bonbon. It wouldn't be a far cry from what actually happens to her, but...
The mare hadn't seemed to even notice that she and him were lost at sea, though that wouldn't be so surprisingly. Her profile mentions that she's intelligent? Bah. It's all a ruse.
Nevertheless, this appeared to be an awkward situation. More so for the man before her, than for herself, though no doubt her owner was back on the mainland, panicking, probably sobbing. Not that she cared. Her ears perked forward, and then snaked back. She blinked slowly. Then, she approached him. The black horse slunk closer, but then paused halfway when the raft beneath her quivered as the ocean waves rocked against it. A half-hearted huff rumbled from her as she buckled her legs beneath her body and settled down. Laying down for an hour did sound like a good idea, but there was that part of her that still wanted to walk up to Skinner and annoy him.
Alas, the platform was shaky, still, and so laying on the raft she remained. She was going to put all of her trust into this guy, and so hoped that he wouldn't break it. She offered him an anxious-- but still lazy-- nicker.
follow-up time... bonbon doesn't understand sadness.
Bonbon, especially, shouldn't be able to fit on the raft. She was naturally huge, and the affections and luxuries once given to her made her even fatter. The mare, however, seemed content with the situation, and as usual, didn't initially understand how perilous of a situation she and her newfound friend were in, only that she couldn't move around as much as she wanted to.
With her disgusting, blank, dark eyes, she stared at Yuka, hearing the girl's words but not listening. She knew nothing of sea monsters, or of loneliness, but she knew that now she was being yanked on.
The mare huffed and leaned her face gently towards Yuka as she grabbed onto the horse. She couldn't offer much comfort to the other party. No words of wisdom or encouragement. But, she did her best anyways, one could say, as she lipped Yuka's hair with a soft grunt.
Hopefully, someone would come across them soon, Bonbon thought, if she could even think. Her master, or a ship, or someone else-- one of them should discover them before the sun began to set.
She was getting hungry, after all.
Oh, how humiliating all of this was!
Fitzgerald let out a curse as he kicked at the raft's planks... Only for him to curse even louder when some seawater ended up splashing onto his toe. Clearly irate towards this obvious slight against his dignity, the aristocrat spat indiscernible insults under his breath before stomping away from the edge and towards the middle; there, he promptly sat and stared out into the ocean, his hands gripping tightly against his pants as he paid only cursory attention to the other party.
After all, he was supposed to be the important one here, hm? Why the hell was he stuck here? He didn't deserve any of this bad luck! All Fitzgerald wanted was to get back home- Well, not actual home, but definitely at least to the mainland, where he could continue his research and not have to deal with unnecessary company.
His eyes turned over to the younger woman before the youth asked curtly, "So, what misfortune got you here this time?" Maybe, if he received a suitable answer, he could laugh a little bit. He was being a jerk, obviously, but for him, that didn't matter. The ocean and its stupid sights were getting more and more unbearable by the minute, as the creeping sensation of home got into his mind. He started to think that... Maybe, just maybe, staying out here isn't such a bad idea after all. It'll be worth it if it means not having to worry about getting caught. You can't get taken back home if they think you'll remain on land, right?
"You know..." he mused aloud to nobody in particular, "I was stuck on an island once... Obviously, I was able to escape, but... Only at the cost of a good damn ship." He glared at the planks with a pout. Disgusting. Fitzgerald thought, for a second, that he could see the mold between some of the damper planks, and that was likely the most terror he had felt in that moment as he inched himself away from that spot... And likely onto another fungus-cursed spot of the raft. Finally, he stood up and crossed his arms with an audibly entitled huff. "I'd do anything for a better ship," the aristocrat groveled, not really caring if the other party was listening or not, "even if it's some stupid dingy sailboat. A raft simply isn't befitting for my status, let me tell you that! And as soon as I get back onto land, I'm going to go after whoever was responsible for this travesty in the first place!"
The calls of seagulls concluded his declaration, which would've granted hope to a more knowledgeable person, but - unfortunately - Fitzgerald wasn't one of those individuals. In fact, he was tempted to tear off a plank and try tossing it at one of the birds. Ready for a modern version of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner?
oof..... a follow-up.......
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Fitzgerald spat to himself while crossing his arms and staring off the side of the raft, towards the vast blue expanse that he really should’ve gotten used to at this point for two reasons. The first reason was that he had been living in a beach-side home for the better part of… What… Twenty-something years? That was definitely enough time to make sure that he didn’t gawk every time he looked out at the damn ocean and saw water.
The second, probably more valid reason was his own rotten luck. Ever since leaving home, the young aristocrat had gotten himself into so many hi-jinks that for him, it all just seemed like a surreal dream to him at this point. Well, a surreal dream that seemed more like a damn nightmare than anything else. He shuffled his foot while continuing to sulk and mope, occasionally retracting said appendage back when he thought the waters were going to make it damp.
This guy really needed to find some stable land that didn't move or buckle under his weight fast. Oh, and new clothes, but that was clearly a given.
A hostile look was given to the other youth(?) as Fitzgerald finally stood up and crossed his arms, muttering, "This is stupid. I don't deserve to be here. I should be back on the mainland. I don't want to be stuck with another damn imbecile who isn't worthy of my time or effort. Especially when we're not going to see each other ever again after this." Not that I'd be complaining in the first place. He scoffed and rolled his eyes upon receiving the "howdy," because there's no such thing as fun allowed when this asshole was pouting. Disgusting!
Great, so I'm stuck with some guy who got ripped out of one of those old-time movies too? he groveled when offered the apple, My parents should be dealing with this type of bullshit, not me!
Even then, he did reach out a hand towards the fruit for a second... All before swiping it away at the last second and hissing, "No. I don't need your stupid fucking fruit anyways. I'll just eat some fish instead." When this sheltered man with absolutely no outdoors experience whatsoever probably didn't know how to make an impromptu fishing spear? Okay. A pang of regret did growl in his stomach after the rejection, but the aristocrat was so caught up in his own commitment to hubris that he suppressed it in favor of looking at the skyline. It was at least quiet now, and he let out a deep breath that he had no idea that he had been holding prior to then.
"Maybe I can like the ocean when I'm not stranded," he muttered under his breath before having his thoughts interrupted once more by the other party. Initially swerving around to deliver a harsh glare and tirade, Fitzgerald calmed down significantly when the topic of fashion - as well as a compliment (wow) - was brought up. Still a big mistake on the other man's part considering Fitzgerald's inflated ego, but at least he was less pissed than before.
With a flutter of his eyes, the aristocrat stated daintily, "Oh, of course! I always try to stay on top of the trends, though that does mean I have to buy new outfits every so often." He pulled at his pants before chuckling into his palm. "Admittedly, the clothes that I'm wearing now are a bit... Obsolete," he added with a playful roll of his eyes, "but I don't think most laypeople would give a shit about that. Only the top of the top would really care, and I don't think there are any of those around here." A pointed look was given to the other party as if his last statement was intended as a jab, because of course. His legs starting to shake slightly from the raft's bobbing in the current, Fitzgerald took to sitting down while continuing to eye the man. "I must say that you don't look too bad yourself, but admittedly, you look more like someone my parents would get along with than myself, huh?" he opined before he inevitably lost attention and started to look back at the sky once more.
Considering the context... Way to end your talk on a sour note, Fitzgerald.
Hm, it certainly has been a while since he's been out in the ocean like this. What's worse was that he was trapped on a raft. With a stranger. Austin arched a brow and glanced sideways at Fitzgerald, who seemed absolutely frustrated with the situation. Honestly, he couldn't blame the boy. After all, being stuck like this in the middle of the ocean would be more than enough to drive anyone insane.
He comfortably sat down, rested his arm on his knee, and looked over towards Fitzgerald's direction. "Howdy." He said with a lazy grin. Austin remembered about the apple he slipped in his pocket before this fated change of events and took it out, his first instinct being offering it to the lad. "So? How 'bout some apples, huh? It makes a pretty good snack on a nice day like this." He did not expect Fitzgerald to refuse his offering in a way that indicated that he was superior to him, so Austin raised both hands defensively and muttered an "okay" and "suit yourself" before briefly wiping it with his shirt and taking a bite.
It certainly was going to be a long day...or however long they were going to be stranded for until help comes. Despite being used to isolation, he certainly missed being on land and couldn't wait to go back to his house and have peace at mind. Although he didn't want to admit it, the lad's presence wasn't making the situation any better, especially since Austin could tell it would be quite difficult for them to get along.
However, it was worth a shot. Perhaps Fitzgerald was actually a down-to-earth kind of guy, right? "So." He smiled. "Those are some fancy clothes you got on there. I assume you're into fashion? Or whatever they call it nowadays?"
There she was.
Austin had no clue how in the world he ended up trapped on a raft in the middle of the ocean. On top of that, he was coincidentally alone with the princess once again, the one that made his heart skip a beat every time he made direct eye contact with her. Honestly, he did not know how to handle situations like this since it's been too long since he felt a certain longing for someone. Looking back at their latest encounter, the cowboy felt a tinge of stupidity and wanted to apologize for driving her away like that. He remembered seeing the hurt in her eyes as if she lost something valuable in her life. He definitely knew how that felt. It reminded him of the time he was first rejected by his wife.
He turned his head towards Cheetah princess and smiled. "It's nice to see you again, little miss." It's been a while since he last saw her, so looking at her once again made him really think this time about their possible relationship. Compared to everyone he had previously encountered, she stood out the most. Perhaps she could understand him? Maybe even get her to hang around his house once in a while. These thoughts brought him feelings of nostalgia.
"Say, by the time we get outta here, how about. uh." his eyes darted away for a second. "How about you come over to my place for some apples? You looked like you really enjoyed 'em too." He pondered for a bit and a bright smile flashed on his face. "I also wanna show you something pretty cool, I feel like you might enjoy it!"
He hoped he did it right.