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Lincoln was awoken by his head being smashed suddenly against a rough, hard rock protruding from the water. The moment the stone struck his skull his eyes launched open. The soaking man lowered his legs and grabbed the stone to prevent the next wave doing any serious damage. Blinking in the starlight he surveyed the beach around him, unable to see more than blurry shapes. The clouds above masked many of the stars, the moon's brilliant light only barely shining through as they drifted across it. After scrunching his eyes a couple times, Lincoln was content he was conscious enough to begin shuffling along the large stone outcropping. Feeling sand underfoot did nothing to convince the man to release the stone wall. His body lurched and his legs buckled every time a wave rushed past, crashing against him as readily as the sand. Only when the sand was wet simply by his dripping on it, did the young man take the time to look around at where he'd been washed up.

Once certain he was safe, Lincoln's thoughts immediately turned to Eve. Staggering along the beach, ocean to his right as his left hand held his head. The sky was no co-operating with the idea of a search. He couldn't see much and found himself staggering to the left periodically as the waves lapped at his soaking shoes. No matter how much he wanted to call for her, hear her bark directing him to her, he didn't know what lived on this island. Anything could respond to his call. She might not even be on the beach, she could be safely below deck. In any case, all Lincoln cared about was whether or not the little canine was safe. There was no tracking time as he trudged along, shivering as the ocean breeze chilled the water in his clothes. But he found her, curled up and set upon the sand. Breathing a sigh of relief, his shaking legs hurried toward her.

Lincoln wasn't the first to find poor Eve however. As he neared, the seething mass on top of the little Eevee became steadily more visible. The sound of fluttering wings was clear even over the crashing waves and roaring wind. A dozen small furry bodies were pressed against her, their teeth puncturing various parts of her pelt in search of blood. With renewed vigour the man charged, waving his arms but avoiding roaring. His sudden, flailing appearance was enough to cause an eruption of wings. The swarm circling above for a moment before gliding off into the forest not far from the beach. Only one of the small bats remained, it's back bearing two silver streaks that glistened in the rare moonlight. Snatching the furry, winged, thing he tossed it away after its companions and turned his attention immediately to Eve. Her breathing was shallow and her skin pale. The little canine was weak and shivering from the cold water through her coat. Picking her up, Lincoln headed inland to find somewhere safe.

Stumbling through the woods the young man searched for something; A hollowed out fallen tree, a small cave, a crevice in the rock, an abandoned burrow. But the longer he staggered through the brush, the harder it became to keep focus on his goal. All he wanted to do was curl up and sleep. No quick shelters presented themselves, forcing Lincoln to admit that they'd have to sleep amongst the trees. In a spot where the trees, though close, were far enough away to allow a small camp-fire he set his charge down and collected the sticks and leaves from the ground around them. Drawing from his pocket one of the two shapes he could feel rattling around in it, the young man desperately tried to get the zippo to spark. As if by some miracle, on only the third attempt the fire leapt to life. He wasn't use to being in the wild, but some things just made sense to do. Sitting by the small but steady camp fire, Lincoln ensured the Eevee was drying well before setting about drying himself off.

The next step, stranded on some random island, would be to find food. The clouds refused to reveal the time, and he was simply too tired to consider food right now. Sitting down drier than before, slumping against a tree, The young man allowed his head to droop and his eyes slide closed in exhaustion. Even on the cusp of slumber he could hear it. The small bat fluttered through the fire light, the silver streaks on it's back sparkling slightly in the dancing red and gold glow. Eve was curled up at his feet and was surely the target of this ever persistent Zubat. Lincoln groaned quietly as he leaned over with his hand running across forest floor. A small stone found his hand, allowing him to weakly toss it in the direction of the approaching wings. The rock bounced through the fire but spread nothing as it did so. Another stone, another toss, another miss. He was tired and he was weak, there wasn't much he could do to stop it.

After the fourth rock, or was it the fifth, the fire began to die down. The sticks and leaves had bee scattered about and the flame weakened by its stretching. As the light faded the creature seemed to almost disappear. Only the gentle clicking sound belied its location. Closer than it had been in a while now, Lincoln reached out and grasped wildly at the air. Through all manners of dumb luck, he hit it. More to the point he grabbed it. Left with a hungrily clicking Zubat in his hands, the young man couldn't think of much else to do. If he threw it and it lived, it would be back to pester them again. In his dizzy and tired mind one option seemed the most plausible. Pulling up his now only slightly wet sleeve, the tired fellow pressed the bat against his own arm. Wincing at the pain he expected from the bite, Lincoln was surprised at just how little it hurt. Letting go, he slumped against the tree and fell into a deep sleep, the bat continuing to feast away on his arm.

Description
Lincoln was awoken by his head being smashed suddenly against a rough, hard rock protruding from the water. The moment the stone struck his skull his eyes launched open. The soaking man lowered his legs and grabbed the stone to prevent the next wave doing any serious damage. Blinking in the starlight he surveyed the beach around him, unable to see more than blurry shapes. The clouds above masked many of the stars, the moon's brilliant light only barely shining through as they drifted across it. After scrunching his eyes a couple times, Lincoln was content he was conscious enough to begin shuffling along the large stone outcropping. Feeling sand underfoot did nothing to convince the man to release the stone wall. His body lurched and his legs buckled every time a wave rushed past, crashing against him as readily as the sand. Only when the sand was wet simply by his dripping on it, did the young man take the time to look around at where he'd been washed up.

Once certain he was safe, Lincoln's thoughts immediately turned to Eve. Staggering along the beach, ocean to his right as his left hand held his head. The sky was no co-operating with the idea of a search. He couldn't see much and found himself staggering to the left periodically as the waves lapped at his soaking shoes. No matter how much he wanted to call for her, hear her bark directing him to her, he didn't know what lived on this island. Anything could respond to his call. She might not even be on the beach, she could be safely below deck. In any case, all Lincoln cared about was whether or not the little canine was safe. There was no tracking time as he trudged along, shivering as the ocean breeze chilled the water in his clothes. But he found her, curled up and set upon the sand. Breathing a sigh of relief, his shaking legs hurried toward her.

Lincoln wasn't the first to find poor Eve however. As he neared, the seething mass on top of the little Eevee became steadily more visible. The sound of fluttering wings was clear even over the crashing waves and roaring wind. A dozen small furry bodies were pressed against her, their teeth puncturing various parts of her pelt in search of blood. With renewed vigour the man charged, waving his arms but avoiding roaring. His sudden, flailing appearance was enough to cause an eruption of wings. The swarm circling above for a moment before gliding off into the forest not far from the beach. Only one of the small bats remained, it's back bearing two silver streaks that glistened in the rare moonlight. Snatching the furry, winged, thing he tossed it away after its companions and turned his attention immediately to Eve. Her breathing was shallow and her skin pale. The little canine was weak and shivering from the cold water through her coat. Picking her up, Lincoln headed inland to find somewhere safe.

Stumbling through the woods the young man searched for something; A hollowed out fallen tree, a small cave, a crevice in the rock, an abandoned burrow. But the longer he staggered through the brush, the harder it became to keep focus on his goal. All he wanted to do was curl up and sleep. No quick shelters presented themselves, forcing Lincoln to admit that they'd have to sleep amongst the trees. In a spot where the trees, though close, were far enough away to allow a small camp-fire he set his charge down and collected the sticks and leaves from the ground around them. Drawing from his pocket one of the two shapes he could feel rattling around in it, the young man desperately tried to get the zippo to spark. As if by some miracle, on only the third attempt the fire leapt to life. He wasn't use to being in the wild, but some things just made sense to do. Sitting by the small but steady camp fire, Lincoln ensured the Eevee was drying well before setting about drying himself off.

The next step, stranded on some random island, would be to find food. The clouds refused to reveal the time, and he was simply too tired to consider food right now. Sitting down drier than before, slumping against a tree, The young man allowed his head to droop and his eyes slide closed in exhaustion. Even on the cusp of slumber he could hear it. The small bat fluttered through the fire light, the silver streaks on it's back sparkling slightly in the dancing red and gold glow. Eve was curled up at his feet and was surely the target of this ever persistent Zubat. Lincoln groaned quietly as he leaned over with his hand running across forest floor. A small stone found his hand, allowing him to weakly toss it in the direction of the approaching wings. The rock bounced through the fire but spread nothing as it did so. Another stone, another toss, another miss. He was tired and he was weak, there wasn't much he could do to stop it.

After the fourth rock, or was it the fifth, the fire began to die down. The sticks and leaves had bee scattered about and the flame weakened by its stretching. As the light faded the creature seemed to almost disappear. Only the gentle clicking sound belied its location. Closer than it had been in a while now, Lincoln reached out and grasped wildly at the air. Through all manners of dumb luck, he hit it. More to the point he grabbed it. Left with a hungrily clicking Zubat in his hands, the young man couldn't think of much else to do. If he threw it and it lived, it would be back to pester them again. In his dizzy and tired mind one option seemed the most plausible. Pulling up his now only slightly wet sleeve, the tired fellow pressed the bat against his own arm. Wincing at the pain he expected from the bite, Lincoln was surprised at just how little it hurt. Letting go, he slumped against the tree and fell into a deep sleep, the bat continuing to feast away on his arm.