B-2 17

B-3 74

Cold rain drops? Shocker. The girl, whose name started with 'A', (Alexis? Alyssa? Alyson?) sat up and rolled down her sleeves before shielding her eyes and looking up at the sky. Not that there was much to see. Mostly gray clouds. To make the most of the situation, she tried to drink some of the rain water. She wasn't really in the mood for worrying about dehydration later. Food was going to be a problem too. What was she going to eat? Her toes? Ew. No. You psychopath. The toes stay. She insisted. I was kidding. Calm down. She argued before sighing and looking around again.

Still wasn't much to see. The water was still rather calm which was quite appreciated. She wasn't ready for the raft to flip over and/or sink. "Please no sharks either.." She added aloud, peeking over the raft's edge again. She still couldn't see anything. She might as well could've had her eyes closed. Splash. She whirled around for the source of the noise. It sounded close.. but small. Not a shark. Where though — oh, there! An albatross! Possibly? It wasn't a seagull. But any bird was good enough. That meant land was near, right?

Albatrosses are known to fly far from land. Don't get your hopes up. She warned. How do you know? She accused. I dunno, Wikipedia or something. She dismissed as the probably-an-albatross just casually sat on the water. "Please tell me we're close to land." She pleaded to the bird. The albatross scratched it's back in reply. It didn't deny. She assured herself. Because it's a bird. And you're crazy. You've been arguing with yourself all day. She reminded as the albatross opened it's wings and took to the air again. The girl watched wistfully as the bird flew ahead of her and — and — how long has there been land over there?!

"BLESS YOU BIRD!" She shouted, nearly bursting into tears with relief. No time to cry! Get your ass on that shore! Agreeing with the voice in her head, she got on her stomach and paddled desperately toward the shore, hoping a shark wouldn't bite her arms off. She dragged the raft onto the shore and fell to her knees, very much appreciating to feel land. You're being dramatic again. "I have a RIGHT TO BE DRAMATIC!" She snapped, getting to her feet again. Why don't you instead try to find food? Or do something useful instead of being all poetic? The voice in her head made a good point. She sighed and decided to clean herself up later. She wanted to check out where she was. And look for food.

Her thoughts were running wildly now. On the other side of the island was a giant rock that looked sort of like a shark fin. She mentally named it Megalodon. Because giant dinosaur sharks seemed less insane then being stranded on some island with no memory of who she was. Also she liked sharks. She stepped into the woodsy area, cringing in discomfort at all the sharp things she stepped on. Last thing you need is an infection. She reminded herself. And so she stepped more carefully. What — are those bananas? She stopped and stared at the bunch of bananas that just seemed to present itself. Something doesn't sit right about this. An anxious voice in her head mused. It's food! Do you want to starve? Another part snapped. Right as she grabbed it, a person knocked her over. A person. A fight instinct kicked in and she flipped her attacker over in a blind panic and pinned them down with a forearm against their neck with a fist raised. It was a girl. She looked scared a girl! A human! But she attacked me! "Where am I?" She choked. It felt weird talking to someone other than herself. Her pinned attacker didn't speak, or move. "I'm not moving until you say something!" Her attacker still said nothing.. but then she opened her mouth. Her lips moved, but no words came out. I narrowed my eyes and thought maybe she couldn't speak because of my arm. I loosened my arm a little and her lips moved again. Still no words.

"Why aren't you talking?" Her attacker moved her lips once more and she took the time to read her lips. "I'm mute." "Oh." Well this complicated things. She swallowed and very very slowly pushed herself off of her attacker. Her attacker didn't move for a second. She just sat up and stared at her. Her attacker got to her feet slowly and slowly started to get to her feet. "Who are you?" She, Castle, asked. The mute girl scratched her head and pushed her hair back before signing with her hands and mouthing letters. "B-E-T-H". "Beth?" She clarified. Beth nodded once then pointed at her. "Name?" She mouthed and signed. "I don't know." I admitted. Beth pointed at her sleeve and she looked at it. Beth rolled up her own sleeve and pointed at this tattoo on her arm. B-3 74. She quickly rolled up her sleeve and sure enough, there too was a tattoo that was rather similar. B-2 17.