+ ixnthe
Hurricane. Category bad. Any smart sailor had pulled their ship out of port when they "knew the skies were getting bad", but Eric didn't have the same ways yet and couldn't magically sense when things were good or bad in the skies.
And as a result, the ship he'd been renting was wrecked. Ruined. Lay in a tangle of rope and boards, full of sea water and smashed up against the pier.
It was a real shame – but, like he kept saying to everyone else, at least no one had gotten hurt.
The city was in bad shape after the winds and rain, but most people had cleared out when then downpour had gotten past a certain point, so everyone was well enough. As the near-only royal left in Hyrcanian, Eric had spent the majority of his day helping out cleaning the citadel and the lower towns.
And now he was out on the beach. Picking up scrap metal, and drift wood, and plastics – things he didn't want drifting back into the ocean. There was a crazy amount of shells out here, and if he was the kind to bottle them up, he'd be going mad...
A large tan tarp lay just ahead, and Eric half-jogged towards it, moving to pick it up, when he noticed –
A girl.
A tangle of blonde locks covering most of her face, laying beneath the tarp.
He froze in shock as he approached her, backed up.
“Oh!" A small, earnest exclamation of surprise. "Didn't see ya there, miss. Are you alright?"
