(OOC: Continued from An Muir)

While Verica croons softly I shout at the top of my lungs so that the Sea God will hear me and remember that I have been faithfully his since the day my mother bore me, in the sea. My ears are filled with Verica’s soft melody, and it’s an unusual harmony to my raging cry. Suddenly all is still. Our song has ceased, as has the chaotic rock of the ocean. I lie on my side, embracing one side of the broken mast, with Verica’s hands still tightly clutching my own. Waves continue to crash down upon us, but there is no doubt that we are on land!

Manannan has heard us; we have made it. Somewhere…