Port Town Aesti

Squawking birds circle over Naomi, her torso stings and shivers at the slightest movement. She turns her head around and around, looking for the others. "A... ra... ta?" She muttered. He was nowhere to be seen.

Naomi stressed, fearing the worse. "A-" she stopped quickly as she felt a cough about to spurt out. She covered her mouth with a hand, causing pain to coarse through her body once more. After coughing she looked down at her palm, a splatter of blood over it. 'Where are those two?' She stared into the bright blue sky and birds.

The birds soon left, leaving her in silence. As she continued listening to the waves, a thump sounded besides her. She slowly looked down, utter disbelief spreading across her face. "Ara... ta?" He lied face down, motionless at the damaged doorway to the inside of the ship.

Naomi mustered all the strength in her arms to crawl towards Arata's body. She felt no pulse from his body and turned him over, his face was sullen, devoid of feeling. He was carrying a wooden bowl with a liquid in it, "soup?" Naomi sniffed the liquid, it had the smell of broccoli and carrots. "He was taking care of me, why do his hands have splinters stuck in them?"

Naomi covered her face, a guilty expression engraved itself upon it. "Where's the girl." She groaned as she slowly moved down the ship with a single arm. She got cut all over by splinters protruding from the ground, the cupboards and shelves were completely broken, almost as if someone had destroyed them on purpose.

Supply crates were empty and rubbish was littered all over the floor. "He must've used up everything on me..." Just as she was about to crawl back to the deck a muffled sobbing came from the bottom compartment. "Could it be?"

She saw a glimpse of hope, a short lived hope. The girl she had brought onboard sat in a corner eating. She continued crying with her mouth full, Naomi reached out to her but barely noticed something was wrong. The little girl cranked her head at Naomi.

She held a ripped arm, all the blood dry. Her mouth full bloody all over the outside and with a painstaking smile she greeted Naomi, "h-hi..." Seemingly with the last shred of consciousness she had left, the little girl uttered her last words. "K-kill m-me... please."

Her head cracked side to side repeatedly, as if she was fighting something within her. Or the other way around. Naomi with her battered body could not even lift her left arm, how could she handle killing a child in the first place?

With no other choice, Naomi disregarded the girl's demand and locked the door to the room. "I'm alone here, in the middle of the sea, no supplies and no one coming to save me." Naomi held back tears, "is this where it ends?" She gently tapped her head against the door as the girl inside was fully lost and the creature began scratching away at the door.

Naomi cracked, "what is this? No ONE told me that this would happen." Her heart shuddered as she wept, tiredly sat infront of a door containing something vile.

Naomi idled away, expecting the week to be her last. After a day her wounds began to recover, though only a little but it was enough to at least walk with support. 'My energy is still spent, I wonder if there's anything left in the boat for me to eat.'

The ice which was piercing most of the deck began to melt under the extreme heat out in the middle of the ocean. 'Oh, there's a fishing rod and nothing else. At least it's not damaged I can use it to catch fish but how do I cook? With ice?'

Naomi grabbed onto whatever she could support herself with and climbed upstairs to the deck, fishing rod in hand. 'I can use the rod as support, why didn't I think of that earlier?'

She walked out onto the deck and into the scorching temperature outside. The ice was quickly melting and the boat felt like it would catch fire. 'That's bad, if the ice melts then the boat will sink immediately. I have to do something.'

She proceeded to fish first, only managing to catch a small tuna. 'This'll do for today.' She then exhausted the rest of her strength to make sure the ice did not melt by adding onto it.

It was still the middle of the day, Naomi did not know how to start a fire in her condition. She cut the fish in half, cleared the insides, washed it in the cold water dripping from the ice and left the fish to dry out in the sun.

'I'm tired.' Naomi slouched against a wall clean from splinters and fell asleep instantly.

Upon waking up she heard a gentle sound like paper flowing in the wind and landing besides her, a map. It was torn in half but a village looked like it was near the shore. 'Port town... Aesti.'