Darkness. Nothing. Suddenly there were waves. Sprays of water against his face. Cries of pain and fear. Fire. Darkness again. Repeated over and over again as if the nightmare was simply blinking in and out of existence.
Back and forth Nester would slip from consciousness. When he was awake, it was a hellish nightmare all around him. People screaming, panicking, crawling on each other to escape the horrid cold murky waters that tugged at their lives. Pulling them down into the depths with its cold grip. Wreckage floated about the waves all around them. Planks of wood set ablaze mostly with some luggage here and there. But the bodies. So many of them floating by often burned and face down. Many of them had been in bed. Nester could see that most of the bodies wore pajamas or were dressed for the one of ships many bars or nightclubs. He himself had worn white fitted shirt and tie with black slacks, though he couldn't remember if he'd worn his suit jacket or not. Floating by him was the charred remains of a good friend. Hitting his own sobbing face, Nester tried his damnedest to remember whose face was seeing bobbing up and down in the murky oily surface of the rippling waves. What was his name? Who was he? In trying to remember, his mind traced back to where this whole thing had started, the coast of Oman.
Nester and a few others had been touring in the Middle East. Traveling along the deserts and exploring the cultures all around them. It had been Marti's idea for the most part. He'd arranged the whole thing, which came as some surprise to the rest of the group since Marti had never left their home town before in his entire life. Yet the day Marti presented their small group with the idea to take an inexpensive package tour around the Arab world, they had all jumped on board to go with him on his great excursion to a world they knew rather little about.
They had spent less than a week in Oman after arriving via a small boat out of the harbor in Dubai where they had flown into. There they had tried all sorts of new foods, met amazing people and saw some spectacular sights. The air, the sea, the smells and tastes were all new and spellbinding to most of the group, but Marti was the most captivated of all. He was so full of energy and life the entire trip as if he'd never want to go home, but now, he never would.
His body floated up and down beside Nester's. The cold dead expression of surprise on the other fox constantly reminding him of the route they had taken to get to this miserable place. The fox reached over and put an arm around his dead friend and gazed out teary eyed at the dark waters in front of them. Flames rippling in reflections of the oily surface. What had happened so terrible to result in this nightmare? All Nester could remember is that there had been arguing, gunshots and finally and large explosion that had ripped the mighty cruise ship apart from beneath their feet. Sending everyone on the top decks hurtling into the air while those in the below likely drowned or were killed in the explosion. It had all happened so fast, too fast for most of the passengers to escape.
Nester figured he'd already been in the water when the ship began to go down though he had no memory of anything after the explosion. Looking around now, he could see that only the bow of the ship remained above water and that was going fast. Some people still clung to it screaming, but they'd be likely pulled under with the undertow from the sinking vessel. All the fox could do, was float along until something settled this nightmare of his. Death or life, he only wanted it to end. Feeling woozy, he'd fall back into the darkness once more.
His face was wet. His body cold as the warm morning light woke him up. Something was wrong. The ship had sunk! Scrambling to his feet, his face covered in sand, Nester looked out to the ocean waters. From where he stood he could still see large portions of debris floating off in the distance. No boat, no Marti. In disbelief, the fox fell to the sand. Sitting down on the warm beach with his head in his hands. "What the hell am I gonna do?" he said to himself staring at the crushing waves before him.
Behind him was a tall mountain face. From the height of it, it was likely a rather large mountain Probably 500 feet tall or more and wide around. Several crevices in the side of it suggested it could be climbed straight up and by the looks of it, was home to several hundred seagulls. Around him was only sand, rocks and a few crabs running back and forth. If there had been other survivors, they'd likely have washed up nearby. Perhaps they knew what had happened, who was left and what they would do to get home. Could they ever get home?
(This thread is open to any and all comers. There aren't too many rules. No magic first and foremost and god-modding will be deleted. Due to the suddenness of the accident, everyone, and I do mean everyone, only has what was on them at the time of the accident. Everything has also become damaged by seawater of course unless it was protected. There will be luggage and things washing up later, but I will be the one to introduce such things. Posting order will be based on the order of introduction. If someone is three days late for their post, they are skipped. Currently this is the only part of the island; more will be discovered as the survivors move around. Also people are welcome to play as many characters as they are comfortable with. Sex is fine, just don't let it eat up the story, keep it to within a few posts.)