The sun was blazing down on him and he scooted back to rest against the mast. There was a small bit of shade from the sail that offered him some relief. What he really wished he had was water. The irony of being adrift was that the water sailed upon wasn’t for drinking. In the barrels he found was ale, and while that helped him forget his troubles, it did nothing to really quench his thirst.
It had been three days since he was set adrift on his make-shift raft. Limited supplies and a map that was barely legible, he wasn’t sure where the wind was taking him, or if he’d even make it there.
.. Braden @ We love RP
Set from .:Evilkyoot:.
Pirate Raft (old item)
Pose is my own . . .