Dawn slowly conquored the freezing, silent night. Torhild had attempted to find a flashlight amoungst the given supplies on the lifeboat, but without stars or a moon to see with, she was entirely in the, well, dark.
What she had expected at dawn was something- she had no idea what- just something. Another lifeboat, maybe, a plane- something, but all she recived was a first look at her partener aboard Lifeboat 71.
He was a tall and broad-shuoldered man, with a mess of brown hair and a pair of extremely tired hazel eyes. He looked to be a few years older then her, but quite a bit taller, fact was, he dwafed her. They exchanged a single, long, look, after the sun has so quickly risen- Torkild remebered something vaugely about how the terminator line at dawn traveled much quicker the farthur north one went.
When enough light flowed over here, she shook off her jacket for a short look at her side- it looked badlt bruised, at worst- she hadn;t felt the pain so much in the last hour, so she figured, quickly, that there was nothing wrong. Just a bruise.
"We should go through our- eteh-" He coughed slightly, "supplies."
Torhild nodded in somber agreement, unzipping the brightly colored bag. It was about the size of a duffel bag, supposively containing everything that they would need; there were three of them, ;abelled the same.
"There's a list here." Torhild said, pulling out a printed list of supplies and their quantitiy in the bag. "You want to take inventory?" She knew that was pretty pointless; fact is, they both did. But in the event of a catostophic event, it was always best to keep busy. She recalled reading something about that in... somewhere. She couldn't quite remeber where, but she knew it was one of the essentails.
She tossed him the bag, reading off the list.
"Six heat-reflecting blankets."
"Check."
"Walkie-talkie."
"Check."
It went on like that, for some time, until they had cleared all three bags. They found a plethura of useful supplies; fact was, aside from it being useful in keeping them busy, it had given both of them a rather brighter outlook on the trip, or whatever it was, ahead. They were apltly supplied for a good amount of time, if they managed to properly conserve.
"Think we should try out the walkie talkie? There's also this emergency signal booster- I think it's supposed to sed out to all of the passing planes or boat and watnot and inform them that we're here." He said.
"Lets try the emergency signal thing first. I can mess around with the walkie-talkie."
She had expected there to be someone, from the flight or otherwise to be on, but all she got was a fat bunch of static.
Nothing worked.
Torhild refused to accept the fact that they were alone out on the water- there were others, in other lifeboats- they just weren't picking up for whatever reason.
After a few minutes of silence, the man said, "I'm Henry."
"I'm..." She paused lengthily. Her name was always met with some amount of question. Her parents had both been Norwigen, and, long before they had divorced, they had decided that their child needed a traditional name (she still suspected that a fair amount of narcotics had been involved, because Torhild sounded akin to the sound of a person very high on drugs.).
"Tor." She finished shortly.
"LIke Tore, as in, I tore a paper?"
She chucked vaugely, "Sure." She tuked her kness in and wrapped her arms around them, looking almost expectantly up at the blue sky.
