As the waves kept crashing and appear as humongus walls of water, ready to sink them to the bottom of the sea. The dark skies showering with rain. The thunderstorm crackling trough the sky, cutting it with sharp edge of lightning.
They could barely make each other out in the tempest as the only thing linking them together was the rope they had. As they drift away, Lionel could only hang on to the barrel, hoping that they would make it safely to land, even if that seemed like a very small possibility.
He would never imagined his first travel at sea would end up like this. He didn't know when, but eventually, fatigue took the best of him and he drifted into unconsciousness.
*********** some time later....
The sun was bright, the storm had passed, the sound of pushing waves on the sand could be heard and the far away chirping of unknown birds was slowly taking them back to reality. During the night, the barrels had crashed along shore and both young man were face down in the sand.
Lionel slowly opened his eyes, making out the shape of what seems to be a small crab. He slowly rise up, kneeling on the beach, a hand to his head as it was throbbing heavily. Out of instinct, he reached for his sword, luckily, it was still secure at his side, but during the rumble, it had stomp into his side, living a large bruise. At least it was safe and unbroken.
As he looked around, he remembered he wasn't alone, as quickly, he rose up but fell again on his knee, he probably hit his head somewhere. Taking it more slowly, he started to look for Xyldre, calling out his name.
-Xyldre!! Xyldre! Can you hear me!?-
He called, trying to find the other boy, hoping that he had also made it to the island.