Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20190227001023/@comment-37523810-20190305035843

All Nathan could do was clutch onto the driftwood tighter as he felt something wrap around his leg. He yelled and kicked, but to no avail. It took less than a minute for Nathan to tire himself out again. This is it... this is how I die... He cried more out of fear than grief, just wanting to be back on the Marylin and out of the cold water.