☆☾ A Ship lost at sea: Chapter 1: Part 2: Part 1

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Part 2: Stranded: The distant, harsh cry of a seabird greeted Cosmic as his eyes cracked open. Wind howled in the distance, and waves lapped at the sand. He coughed, sputtering and gasping, still remembering the icy grip of the water. But he wasn't in the ocean. He felt warm, soft sand under him, and sunlight bathed the shore. Not far off, Val was sitting up, spitting out sand with a disgusted whine. Comsic slowly sat up. Blinked. Rubbed his eyes. He didn't recognize where he was, the shore foreign. He sat up fully, glancing around, taking in his surroundings. Palm trees dotted the island, tall and defiant against the sky. Not far off, a jungle, full of thick, dark trees, loomed in the distance. And, scattered around, were the survivors of the wreck. Cosmic recognized Kael, a Scorpion guard, and Simon, one of his Crystallight officials. Others were dusting the sand off their tunics or dragging themselves out of the water, which lapped at their bodies hungrily. But two figures caught his eye. Snake and Viper. Viper was leaning over his brother, who lay sprawled on the sand, coughing up water weakly. Concern shone in Viper’s gaze as he patted Snake’s back gently, but Snake hardly seemed to register it. Tearing his gaze away from the sight, Cosmci stood up, shaking the sand and stray seaweed from his torn tunic. Val had crawled to the shade of a palm tree and was no longer whining pitifully, “We’re going to d1e, I know it,” He whimpered when he saw Cosmic. Cosmic sighed, but knelt beside his boyfriend, his eyes softening despite himself, “Val, calm down, please,” He said, gently meeting Val’s eyes, “We’re going to be safe, we’ll get out of here. I promise," He held out his hand, willing Val to accept his help. Val’s gaze flickered to his outstretched hand for a second, then back to his partner's eyes, before he accepted. Cosmic pulled him to his feet. Others were now stumbling to their feet, or groggily waking. He waited a few moments for everyone to gather their senses before he announced it: “We have to get moving. Someone get a headcount. Figure out who we . . . lost. Then we move,” He paused, looking around. The weary survivors were gazing at him with defeated eyes, but at least they were listening. “Before the tide comes in, we have to be away from the beach. Find some shelter,” He paused again, “Gather here by the palm in 5,”