@flixculpaā wanted a deserted island au and iām here to provide
It was really a miracle that she was alive. The plane had gone down hours before, then the storm had hit long before help could arrive. In Irieās valiant attempt to pull someone from the water and onto their lifeboat, sheād been tossed to the sea, only to be spit out here. The middle of nowhere. A decidingly deserted island.
There was sand clinging to her hair and salt thick on her lips. The sun beat against her jacket and Irie slowly got to her knees, taking in the calm waters and clear skies. Some wreckage had followed her onto the island, a few suitcases, some ripped metal from the plane, a couple seats, and a dark shape further down the beach.
With effort, she dragged herself to her feet and slowly made her way to the dark shape, only realizing it was another person when she got closer. Carefully, she lifted the other survivorās wrist and found a pulse. Then she gently nudged their shoulder.Ā ā Hey. Youāre alive.Ā ā
