Wheeling Gull Isle into the water, let it pull him under

my lad @Orochi

the warlord drags herself from the sea, tongue lolling as her sides heave. she would not underestimate the sea again. 

something had drawn her back here after finding her mother's bones, and without any real attachments or responsibilities, she'd made quick work of the journey here. at the coast, she'd simply kept moving, stepping into the shallows, heading ever deeper. she wanted to see how far she'd go; wanted to see if something on the horizon would take shape. 

it didn't, and the sea proved a volatile thing. a riptide had caught the woman in its grasp and dragged her up the coast; it had taken a half-hour of struggle to realize that this island was her best option to reach land again. and here she stood, head hanging below her shoulders as she coughed, forcing air out of her lungs in an attempt to clear the brine from her airway. her nose burned, her throat made sandpaper. gaze sought the treeline; oblivious, she began to make her way inland, entire body sore and nearly spent.