[Voice/Action to the Penguin]

[youshouldberunning]

[Upon the Penguin a young girl woke up. Liz Sherman is 11, long brownish hair, a scar on her forehead and swimming in her over sized clothing she woke up in. She spent all of 20 minutes pressed against a wall of the boat staring at sea for miles.]

[She was at sea.]

[HOW? Tucking herself down against the wall and beside a barrel, she shook, hearing people talk out of the little book she had in a pocket. carefully opening it, she wondered if this was a dream]

H-hello? Is anyone out there? I... I don’t think this is... where I should be.

I was at Project 66 foster care? I... I don’t remember leaving.

What’s going on? [she took a careful breath, trying to stay calm. She knew she had to stay calm.]

Comments

[hie_hie_baby]

Sometimes home is where you find it. [he'd been traveling a while himself with no set destination, just looking at the way of the world and how hard it was]

Since we're sailing together this can be home for a while...

[youshouldberunning]

I don’t think I can have a home though. [her arms tightened around a knee, staring at the boy.] I’m... bad. I might end up killing you. [morbid child]

[hie_hie_baby]

[he watches her for a while]

Coby won't let that happen...

Marines won't let that happen...

They...

[well...]

We... preserve life. We're strong enough to face the wildest seas so one person won't be able to kill us accidentally.

[youshouldberunning]

[she seemed to relax a bi more, hugging her knees but possibly smiling a tiny bit]

Marines? They must be pretty cool. Like knights.