The sun was beating down hard, the orange orb hanging high in the sky with no cloud in sight. Smee sighed and wiped the sweat of the back off his neck once again. The man couldn’t seem to catch a break. He carried a sack of supplies that he needed to get for the ship, things that they were running low on. Unfortunately his lazy ass waited till the last possible moment to go to the island to retrieve such things, and he of course chose the one day that it was nearing a hundred degrees.
Smee continued walking along the beach, he had rolled up his pant legs and was ankle deep in the water, trying some how to get reprieve from the heat. His shirt was off and hanging loosely around his neck, the only thing absorbing some of the sweat that was on his body. Although now it did nothing since it was soaked. He sighed, hiking the bag up as he stared forward trying to see if he was even near the ship at this point.
As he look ahead he saw a figure lying in the sand. He cocked his head, unsure as to who it was seeing as the person wasn’t there when he first passed this spot just a few hours ago. He continued forward, his guard going up incase it was one of Pan’s minions.
As he reached the body, he saw it was just a girl, maybe in her early twenties, passed out before him. Her body was soaked as if she just dragged herself out of the ocean, and she probably did just that. He looked up and out to the water, trying to see if there was any ship of sort that she may have came from, but all he saw was the neverending blue that he saw every single day.
He looked down to the girl, he nudged her once with his foot, but no response. He knelt down so that he was next to her, he had to admit that she was a pretty little thing. So he reached forward and shook her shoulder, “Hey, hey wake up. Are you okay?”
