Title: Pendragon at Sea, part 2
Summary: Arthur survived the shipwreck. Can he survive being stranded at sea?
Warnings: general peril
Word Count: 296
Prompt: 372, July Bingo; shipwrecked
Notes: Part 1 is here.
Arthur woke up clinging to a floating piece of the boat’s hull. In one hand was the boat hook he had never let go of after trying to save Erica. He shook his head, trying to recall what happened. The last thing he clearly remembered was one last, enormous wave swamping the boat and flipping it. He and the passengers had been thrown into the water. Arthur vaguely recalled trying to stay afloat, but not much after that.
He looked around and saw more pieces of the boat in the water. He didn’t see any other orange vests, though, not even Erica’s. One of the pieces of the boat’s hull looked larger than this one. He wondered if it would take his weight. After all, the ocean was full of animals that might find him to be an enjoyable snack. “Might be a good idea to get my legs out of the water,” he said to himself.
Thanking his lucky stars that he was a sound swimmer, Arthur reached the other piece of debris and carefully hefted himself onto it. It was definitely big enough to support him. He laid out on it and tried to take stock of his situation.
He wasn’t in the water. He knew he’d heard the captain calling out a mayday during the storm they’d encountered. Speaking of the storm, it seemed to be over and the sun was shining overhead. “So, shade and fresh water until the Coast Guard gets here. That’s if they know where to look, of course.”
He looked around at the debris field. It was pretty wide, but he saw a few things that might be useful, as long as his makeshift raft held up. He could do this. He was a Pendragon. Pendragons were survivors.