Scraps was still disoriented when some cat appeared in front of him. Hey do you know where I am? I was on a cruise ship and then...something happened and now I'm here.

"I'm afraid I'm in the same boat... or was before I woke up here. And there's at least one other, but neither of us remember what happened."

Scaprs turned around to face the ocean half expecting to see the boat, Well ####. If none of us know what happened I guess we should probably stick together. Just don't try anything funny.

"And it lasts a long time too" Ian chuckled "I usually chew it for stress, thats why I carry so much" he looked around "Uh.... Which way did I come from?" he looked around, chasing after Samaki, he didn't pay attention to where he was going

"I wouldn't dream of it. I'm Flynn, by the way," He offered his paw to the dog.

Samaki shrugged and looked around too. "I think I heard you with a friend right? The one that yelled really really loud?"

Ian sighed "Yeah I was... But its getting too late to look for him now..." he shook his head " We need to find shelter... and something to keep us warm... I have fire covered, but as for shelter.... he crossed his arms "I'm completely clueless"

(( Uh... falling down is an agility check, meaning the roll was 10... Probably 11 with the walking stick... But Ok... ))

Scratch grunted as she put a paw beneath her, dropping some of the firewood while she steadied herself... She pulled herself back to her feet, and stood much more bow-legged to keep her balance better. "Floor's wet... Slick too..." she said as she picked all the wood she'd dropped back up, "Not a good sign..."

Samaki shrugged again. "Maybe we can find something if we keep walking.". His ears twitched as he listened to more waves crash onto the shore.

(OOC: I was thinking rocks, tripping. Y'know, failing to see it. Then I posted that...and then idk. Had no resemblance to my original thought...)

Harrison turned back just in time to see Scratch standing up "Are ye okay? Well, let's go out, then." His ears dropped "Guess you were right 'bout the cave after all."

"Right, stick close by though." Ian nodded and continued in the direction he was facing, hoping to find something soon "Glad to see you've calmed down... he gave a slight smile

Scratch shook it off, waving him off with a paw, "Nah, I'm fine, just slipped on the dampness. You see anything interesting? If we need to stay here for a while, a cave wouldn't be so bad, as long as we found a spot that wasn't damp..." She continued to look around in the cave, widening her eyes all the way, keeping the walking stick out in front of her to poke around in the darkness while she got used to the lack of light...

Samaki nodded and followed the malamute. A faint trace of a grin on his muzzle. "I'm getting there.". He shook his head. "Not particularly a fan of surprises.". Commenting on their current unexpected adventure.

(( Roarin, 1) get on Skype, 2) post more description. ))
Scratch nodded at the nature of the cave, and found a drier spot against a wall closer back. She put the wood in a pile there and glanced back at Harrison, "This spot's decent if we want to make a headquarters here..." She sniffed the air, "I don't smell much more than damp rocks and forest in here, so I'm going to assume it's a relatively safe hideout..." She bent down and made a little platform out of the firewood, and then put 6 of the 8 crab apples onto it, leaving 2 in her pocket. "I'm gonna leave this stuff here. You wanna explore the cave a little more, or go back out and explore outside?"

Ian's ears perked up at the noise, and he quickly followed it "M-Maybe its a ship's sails! he smiled to himself as he stepped out of the trees

And in fact it was. As Ian got closer he could see the large piece of thick white linen waving like a flag, half burried in the sand. It was about 14 feet long and 9 feet wide (one of the smaller sails) Rough ropes that were used to loop the sails around the mast were found beside it, some looked like they were snapped in half by an unknown force.. Maybe some sort of shelter could be fashioned with these.



As Scratch's eyes adjusted more to the lack of light she was able to spot the details around her. Moss lined the wall on the opposite side of her dry one. A pool of water had collected itself at the base of the it. Most of the cave was actually pretty wet, somehow soaked by the beach water. If she looked deeper into the cave she could see the stalactites and stalagmites hanging from the ceiling and protruding from the ground like daggers. The echo of her every movement told her the depth of the cave was immense, the end probably a mile away (if there was an end).

(OCC: Hows that?)

Ian bit his lower lip "I really hope that isn't part of the cruise ship..." he said and padded over to the sail "Think you can help me with this? he asked "I can make somewhat of a tent from this...

Samaki hesitated as he looked at the sail, the same thought running through his mind. "Yeah...". The fox followed Ian. "What do you need me to do?". He asked. Determined to help.

Ian thought for a moment as he shifted the sand from the sail "See if you can find a goo place to hang it, I can make a tent of sorts with it, but don't wonder to far ok, stay at least within hearing distance" he nodded as he contiued to dig up the sail

"Ok.". Samaki nodded and walked off towards the forested area.



After a few minutes of shifting sand Ian finally freed the sail from the ground. There were some small tatters in the thick material but it looked useable for shelter. At one of the corners of the sail were two black letters, faded and barely readable in the darkness. "S.S". Samaki's voice was heard in the distance. "Hey! I think I found a spot.".

"Alright, come help me carry this Ian called back as he grabbed one side of the sail "I would drag it, but I don't want it to snag and tear he noted

Samaki returned out of the black and padded over to the other side of the sail. "Yeah... That probably wouldn't be good.". The fox grabbed it and lifted the sail up. "It's this way.". He said. Moving the sail towards the trees.

Scraps shook Flynn's paw, People call me scraps. We should probably find your friend, I don't know about you but I don't like the idea of wandering around this place alone until we know it a better.

"Actually it seems kind of late. We should probably find somewhere to stay for the night. We have no idea what kind of weather this place has."

"Ear, Nose, Eye. Whatever we find shelter with."
Flynn began to walk away from the water, hoping that there was some sort of village or something farther inland.

Now you're speaking my language. Scraps followed flynn away from the water, he wasn't sure if he could trust him, but given the circumstances it didn't look like he had much of a choice.

Flynn continued on, keeping his eyes peeled for anything that could help them.

Scraps scanned his surroundig looking for any natural shelter or anything he could ue to Jerry-rig some kind of shelter.

"...-on't even know why we're hear. What are we doing here? It's just a beach isn't it?". The voice sounded bored. It was a female voice. Carelessly loud footsteps trotted through the sand.
"Aaand that's why I don't like working with newbies. Too many questions. Look all you need to know is that, we, us, look for any new and useful stuff that washes ashore ok?"
"But why this beach? What could possibly appear here that requires you to go down here every week? What do 'they' use it for?"
"There you go again.". The deeper and gruffer voice growled in annoyance.
"Look, 'they' tell me to do this because unlike you, I don't ask questions. All you need to know is that we have a job to do. And if you see anything that moves... Well... That's what your musket's for."

Scraps looked at Flynn and motioned towards the forest, he tried to be as quiet as possible as he approached the tree line and looked for somehwere to hide.

Flynn was about to say something to the voices until he happened to hear that last part. "well crap." calm down Flynn, you've talked your way out of the line of fire before, he thought. Just hope they don't catch us. and if all else fails, scraps may prove a useful sheild.
He followed Scraps towards the forest.

of course he was to worried to find something odd about their choice of firearm.

The two (so far) managed not to be seen by the strangers. The only thing Scraps found to hide behind in the forest was...well...trees. Not that there were many. What looked line pines towered over their heads and filled their noses with strong car freshener smell. Many twigs were underfoot and they had to be careful not to step on them. Unfortunately for Flynn, one seemed to have found a way under his pads. *Snap!*

The movement of the bobbing light stopped. "Did you hear that?". Said the female voice.

"why do I keep stepping on things?" Flynn whispered to no one in particular. For a second, he contemplated climbing a tree and leaving Scraps behind, but decided against it. "Well if there's one thing I learned in the streets... run?" he whispered to Scraps.

Scraps pressed himelf against the tree hoping that it would block their view and he could stay hidden. His hackels rose and he bared his teeth.

"not run. Sounds good." Flynn made an attempt to climb the tree closest to himself.

Flynn was successfully able to climb the tree without being detected. A silent minute seemed to stretch for an hour as nothing moved. Even the waves seemed to stop crashing. It was suddenly broken by a low chuckle from the older figure.
"Ah, to be young. Ignorant. Scared at the drop of a pin." the annoyance in his voice came back. "Look I don't smell anything. Probably just fruit dropping from the trees.". The light started to move again, towards the beach.. "there's nothing out here living but us and the trees.".
"Then why'd you give me a gun?"
"Better safe than sorry. Now shut yer yap. My favorite part's comin up.".
"Wha-?"
"Shhhh!!". A grumble was heard but nothing else. The light stationed itself at the shore about a dozen feet from the two. As if waiting, for something.

Flynn stayed in the tree, watching the light to see if anything else would happen... and to see if he could make out the forms behind the voices.