Silver Lining

Coconut Shell

——RECAP (part 1)————

The third of the plane that had survived the crash landing was now crowding the aisles, screaming and crying, trying to find the exits. She looked down and undid her buckle, noticing her dirtied uniform. She watched as the strange man who sat next to her had already gotten up to get to an exit. The water was at her knees now. She quickly stood up and decided to follow him in hopes of making it out alive.

When suddenly, everything went black. She felt herself fall limp into the cold water. The sounds of rushing water, panicked screams, and beeping slowly faded away into silence.

——END RECAP—————

Day 1

Something pecked at Lucy's hand, causing her to flinch with her eyes still closed. She lazily swatted whatever it was away.

"Stop it, Plue. That hurtss," she quietly whined.

"Squawk!"

Lucy's eyes shot open. "AHHH!" She screamed, swatting at the fowl bird that tried to eat her, causing it to fly away. She let out a sigh and rested the side of her face on the damp sand once again. So it wasn't her dog, Plue, who had pecked at her. Was that a dream too? Like the dream of the plane crash?

The plane crash.

Lucy's eyes grew wide, as all the memories came flooding back. She attempted to stand up, but was abruptly stopped when a sharp pain was sent through her thigh. She winced and looked over her shoulder to see the blood-soaked sand below her. Instead, she flipped herself over, so she was laying on her back, and sat up. She examined her thigh and found a large, jagged cut. She winced at the sight. She kicked off her right shoe and removed one of her black tights. She wrapped it a few times around her thigh to help against the bleeding, and winced at the pain as she stood up.

Doing a full 360, she fully took in her surroundings. She stood on an empty beach, the endless ocean to her right and a deep jungle to her left. So it wasn't a dream. She had crash landed. Lucy stood in the same position for about 3 minutes, trying to comprehend the situation, but it felt like hours. Is she all alone? How does she expect to survive? Is it even worth fighting her inevitable death on this uninhabited island?

"Lucy Heartfilia," she said to herself, "you are a strong woman! You are not going to give up before you even get started!" She mentally slapped herself.

With this, Lucy put on her most determined face and decided to take the problem at hand one step at a time. She took a moment to think. If she had washed up on this island, that means someone or something else must have washed up too, right? She decided her first step would be to search the beach for other survivors or tools.

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Twenty minutes into her walk, the blonde wasn't having much luck. So far she had found a few pieces of driftwood, some metal hunks from the plane, and some washed up ~suggestive~ magazines.

Right as she was about to give up her search, she spotted a pile of drift wood and palm leaves with something under it. She limped over to get a closer look, removing the wood and leaves from the pile. Underneath, she uncovered a short strand of rope and some type of tarp-like material.

A smile grew upon her face as she high-fived herself. She took the tarp and folded it small enough to carry, and slung the rope over her shoulder.

Lucy's short lived sense of accomplishment quickly faded when she noticed the sun was starting to come down. She decided out in the open was definitely not a good place to sleep. Not to mention the fact that she still hadn't even started looking for a clean water supply yet.

She decided her best bet was to explore the jungle for a water supply, and hopefully find a cave to spend the night in the process. With her newfound supplies, Lucy headed towards the thick jungle.

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It was now two hours into Lucy's jungle adventure, and her feet were killing her. The pain in her right thigh caused her to limp the whole way. Not to mention the fact that the sun was nowhere to be seen now, so her fear was definitely not helping Lucy's case.

She hadn't found a single water supply, nor had she passed any good caves yet. At this point, she was so cold and tired that she would've happily fallen asleep on the dark jungle floor, but decided she didn't want to be Jaguar food. Suddenly, Lucy smelled smoke. Her eyes widened and she limped in the direction of the new smell.

After about a seven minute walk, Lucy could now hear voices talking amongst themselves and could see the dim light of a fire. She felt tears of relief brim her eyes as she slowly came closer to the camp.

Lucy may be one to blindly throw her trust in people, but still, she reminded herself to keep her wits. She doesn't know who these people are. She decided she'd take a look at them before approaching them. Lucy came close enough to fully hear their conversation, and ducked behind a bush.

"What're you looking at flamebrain?!" One boy yelled.

"A male stripper, apparently!" Another boy yelled back.

"Boys, calm dow-" One girl started, but before she could finish, Lucy accidentally stepped on a stick, causing it to crack loudly. The group before her fell into silence, and Lucy closed her eyes hoping they didn't hear her.

Whack! An empty coconut shell was thrown at Lucy's head through the trees at pinpoint accuracy.

"Ow!" Lucy winced, bringing a hand up to rub her head. However, before she could get up and run away, Lucy squealed as she was lifted off of the ground by the shirt collar of her uniform. She looked behind her at the man who held her up, only to see a tall, muscular man with long dark hair and too many piercings to count. She wasn't sure if the look he gave her was confusion or disgust.