'Rymos is gone...' thought the young red-haired pirate. 'My ship strayed into the rock under the water. My men have gone from thier bodies and I have been left alone here in the foreign land. I see nothing of familiarity around me. I see no familiar face. I see no face at all! All I see is the sand below my feet, the stone below my arse, and this foresaken wall keeping me away from civilization! A gull, how pleasing. I would rather eat it, I am soo hungry.'

He stood up and began marching around the beach. The tide was low and clams were banking themselves onto the sand. Many fish and some turtles also had come ashore. Ferret looked around and found a sharp rock. He ran to one of the fish and stabbed it with the sharp stone and threw it off to the side... He then did the same with a turtle and another fish. He gathered some clams and threw them onto the pile with the fish and turtles. He thought for a moment and remembered the small branches he had seen earlier that morning. He walked down the beach and gathered them, began breaking them and piled them up. Then he realized he had no way to start the wood ablaze. He looked around and found some stone walls, on the side of a cliff.

He took that sharp stone to the cliff and began striking the walls. Once he found a nice sized rock, which when struck upon let sparks fly, he took it from the wall and walked back over to the pile of sticks with some dry roots, twigs, and leaves. He began striking the flint stone and the kinelin sparked a small flame. He fed it with more leaves. The flame grew and he began cooking his catch. 'Thank you lord' he said to himself silently.

She coughed a little as she began to breath the air; the transition between breathing underwater and then breathing air had always been a little rough but she didn’t mind it anymore. True, being in the water made her feel whole but sometimes it was better to be on land and breath the air.
‘I think I’ll wait until I get to shore before I eat,’ decided the naiad, as she looked around her absently with eyes the same shade of blue-green as the sea. ‘I don’t want to attract anything with the blood.’
She took a breathe through her noise, considering the fish held in her mouth, before ducking back under the water and swimming closer. She surfaced a few moments later to get another breath then repeated the process until she was close enough to shore to walk. A moment more had passed and then she stood on the beach, long wet black hair hanging around her form like a curtain vivid against the simple grey-white gown that she wore.

The fish fell unheeded from her mouth as her jaw dropped a little in surprise; she hadn’t expected to find a human, or anyone for that matter, on the beach.
It took her a few seconds but then she regained control of herself, so to speak, and she bent down to retrieve her soon-to-be meal then made her way over the sands to him.
“Why do you not simply eat you meal?” She watched him curiously, not thinking about the fact that she might be bothering him or that he might find her a threat.
“Why cook it? Does that not make it too dry?”