starter for @jovethebarbarian.
where: me thinks we're in the water
when: current timeline, though i think set before he sees freydat?
note: these two and boats/water is clearly a cursed mix
Celaya was certain her newest resolution would to not go near a boat nor the sea ever again if she was to get out of this. A wound spilled blood down the side of her face, her lifeforce mixing with the brine of the sea around her as she immediately began to try and swim. The blast had displaced everyone, some bodies floated helplessly around her, lost causes from the blast, while others could be discerned through far away screams which sounded through the open sea.
The water around her looked more like a graveyard than any sliver of hope, but the witcher nearly scowled at a familiar face looking worse for wear within the depths of the water. "Dammit," she swam over after she noticed the shallow rise and fall of his chest, the werewolf half positioned on a piece of torn metal that barely held him above the depths of the ocean.
Celaya tore at the fabric of her shirt, wading it in a ball and floating in the water near Jove as she applied pressure to a wound near his chest, "Wake up, wake up," she hissed in a bout of impatient nerves, figuring if he didn't rouse soon he'd surely sink to the bottom of the sea like a damned brick.