bakerstreet | Washed Up on the Beach

The boundlessness and daring unchained nature of the sea captured the attention of writers and historians and adventurers for centuries; it still does! Exploration, conquest, commerce, and luxury all find roots in uncharted waters, be they ocean or large inland sea or freshwater lake and river. Along with those marks of growth come some consequences, born of nature and man: namely, several ways in which you might find yourself…

Washed Up on the Beach

Not quite sure how you got here? There are a few starter options to consider:

1. Shipwreck: Did it go down in a storm? Lose a fight with pirates? Ignore the warnings of a competent lighthouse-keeper (or see no warnings at all due to a competent one)? Whatever the cause, your ship is lost and you survived, somehow. This applies to lakes and rivers, too, which can be just as tempestuous with a bit more potential for settled, "modern" life springing up around them.

2. Vacation Misfortune: Surfing lesson or session gone wrong? Lose your kayak and your paddle? Not quite the island tour/lakeside town fishing expedition/flight across the sea you expected? Jumping from tall seaside cliffs doesn't always have an easy ending, either. Maybe you were caught in a riptide and managed to get through it, but you definitely aren't where you started...

3. Lost at Sea: Can coincide with a shipwreck, but you might also be an intrepid explorer seeking new and uncharted islands, or someone on the run from an overbearing family or one too many failed assignments. Or you just plain can't read a map and work a sextant at the same time, and your compass doesn't point north.

4. Walk the Plank: Of course, for the less ethically inclined there is always piracy in its various forms. A prisoner or a renegade acting for his own benefit can be forced off the ship into the sea and whatever awaits him there; a stowaway or thief aboard could meet a similar fate.

5. Crossing Lines: Speaking of the criminal realm, if you run afoul of the wrong crowd in a port city, or you are the wrong crowd and you screw up one time too many, there's no law in that lawless profession saying they can't truss you up and toss you off the nearest dock. Hopefully you find some benevolent help after that.

6. Too Close to Land: What if the water is your natural home? Drawing too close to the shallows leaves you subject to crashing waves and sandburn, among other things; stay for too long as the tide ebbs, and you might get beached. Weather is probably a factor for you, too, as the hot sun and changing tide leave you dry quickly, or a storm rolling in makes the surf churn and pull.

It doesn't have to be one of these! There are near-countless variations on how and why and with what means one ends up washed up on the beach (unconscious, or drifting in on a makeshift raft, or swimming for shore, or looking for new discoveries - or any combination thereof), all of which include just a bit of suspension of disbelief. Maybe it's tropical; maybe it's frigid. Be bold. Be creative. AU stuff, one person in another's canon stuff, completely unrelated but you think it would be cool to play this out stuff: everything goes.

Setting up your initial post with some kind of scene suggestion is recommended, but not required.

Tag other people. Become the rescuer, actively seeking to assist after an accident or rumor you heard, or a fellow survivor/explorer, or someone taking their beachcombing find captive (alone or as part of a larger collective), or someone sent to fetch the missing person for straightforward or nefarious purposes. You don't even need to be the person making the discovery! Maybe you're introducing the washed-up victim to life in his or her new environment instead, a walk about town or a lesson in how to do the hard labor required of such vagrants. This isn't an explicitly smut or violence-ish meme but it could happen, so please take note and warn or describe permissions accordingly.

And have fun!

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First time they travel alone, and the ship sinks.

Barry went ahead of them. They're supposed to be meeting him after just one or two at sea. It was the slower option for travel, certainly, but Omega -- who is easily annoyed on the best of days -- gets tense and irritable, to say the very least, if he's shut up in a small space with no way to leave. The boat was therefore considered to be the lesser of two evils, being outdoors at least. It was meant to be relaxing. But then Owen got stuck with an unavoidable delay, after it was too late to make changes (other than bailing out entirely), and had flat-out refused at first to let the girls and the boys make the trip on their own.

After a great deal of convincing (which only resulted in acquiring Owen's permission, not his confidence) and some intensive drills on Blue's ability to handle the boat in case of emergency, their Alpha had caved.

Turns out Owen's instincts, as ever, were right on the money, because a storm rolled right over them halfway through the trip, and what was supposed to be some rain and heavy winds turned into a full-blown tropical storm. To Blue's eternal credit, she kept the thing upright, but the gale force winds blew them wildly off course. If a small island hadn't loomed through the sheets of rain, they might have ended up tossed out to sea; Blue aimed the boat for solid land, only to feel the hull grind right over the jagged clutches of a coral reef. At that point, they had to abandon ship. Although every one of them made it to the beach in the roiling surf, they had little choice after that but to duck into the trees and huddle there until the storm blew itself out.

It rages well into the night, but by the time the sun rises, the sky is perfectly clear. Their boat is trapped on the coral, no longer seaworthy, and unless the radio is working it might take some time before anyone can find them.

"I'm cold," Chi says, climbing immediately onto a large rock nearby to toast himself in the sunshine.

Omega, by comparison, is already diving back into the bright blue water and swimming out to the boat. They obviously have to try the radio, and there are probably supplies that survived the harsh water besides. Psi patrols the edge of the trees, eyes out for anything suspicious.