Wheeling Gull Isle wrap yourself in blankets and give the ocean an inch.

there is another beside her, quite suddenly, an inky shadow that slides through the waves as if belonging. she does not notice this in her frantic throes, of course, and yet when the inky being pulls at her from atop the waves, her fight is renewed. she is selfish in her desperation, and for a moment it seems as though she might pull the shadow down with her as she struggles to find safety as close to her savior as possible.

then comes the greater mass, and she breaks away from the shadow as rationality makes a surprise appearance in her desperate mind. she grabs at him, finding his scruff in some instinct inspired by her sudden need to remain alive, and kicks weakly at the surf, feeling at once as if she is falling from some high place, spinning all the while.