The Tomb Raider (lara) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-08 09:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lara croft |
Who: Lara Croft
What: Shipwrecked
Where: Off the coast of Dream!Yamatai Island
When: While asleep!
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for weather-related injuries
Lara didn’t get seasick. She’d been at sea so much with Roth (and on some expeditions when she was just a kid with her father) that she had an ingrained sea-sense. The ship rocked and bobbed, and then it started to get rough. Rough enough to alarm her, and she looked around cabin she and Sam shared. Where was Sam, anyway? Probably filming the crew. Beat her attempts to catch Lara on film, anyway. She simply wasn’t that fascinating!
The ship rocked again, and she was thrown from her bunk. Her head rang and she thought she felt blood when she touched her scalp. Pushing herself to her feet, she stumbled out into the hall, and realized that half the ringing was the ship’s alarms. The lights flickered in and out and the ship rolled as the storm battered it. She heard screaming and then a wave of water hit her, pushing her down. She tried to swim against the ocean surging through the hallway, but it was no use. Her body and ribs ached by the time she latched onto a ladder, and tried to pull herself up.
The hatch was shut, and the water was rapidly rising. She beat on the port, her throat raw as she yelled for help, the panic in her gut threatening to drown her as surely as the ocean’s fury. Her breath was rapid and short, and then she wasn’t able to breath at all.
Strong hands grabbed her and pulled her out of the water. She collapsed on the deck, coughing, and by the time she had sense to look around for her rescuer, he had either fled or been claimed by the sea.
The deck heaved, and she could see down it to a huge gash in the ship, and she realized that the Endurance had split in two. Across the gap she saw Roth. The man was like a father to her. In some ways better than her own, but she couldn’t think about that right now. She had to get to her feet. She had to run. She had to push herself because if she didn’t make that leap she was going to die.
It wasn’t a hard decision to make. She found something inside of herself and propelled herself to her feet. Her boots pounded on the deck and the blood rushed in her ears. She jumped, and Roth, that goddamn Northern Bastard, Roth caught her hand. But they were both soaking wet, and her hand slipped through his grasp.
Lara was submerged again, beaten against rocks and the remains of the ship. Panic consumed her, and for just a brief second she went limp, ready to let the sea wash her away.
Faces flashed before her, and suddenly she was fighting again. She was stubborn, she was a Croft and fuck but she wasn’t going to die like this!
Shore was blissful thing, and after a moment to catch her breath and cough seawater from her lungs, she started towards her crew, and her friends. God, they better be all right. She didn’t know what she’d do without Sam or Roth, or even Grim. And then something hard hit her from behind.
Lara jerked awake, gasping for breath, tears streaking down her face as adrenaline coursed through her body. She rolled out of bed and swayed dizzily. She lifted her hand to the side of her head, and her fingers came away slick with blood.
“Oh god.” This was so much worse than a pendant showing up.