When you know you're alone, (open)

[Christabel]

Christabel stood on the beach, the rain falling lightly onto her head, soaking through her hair and clothes. She didn't mind it though, she loved the rain. Storms were a whole different story, if there were to be a roll of thunder or flash of lighting you wouldn't know she'd stood on this beach, except for her foot-prints in the sand. This was not a storm however, but a light shower and she loved it.

She had a moment's thought that she wished for friends, but knew people had seen her around the island now, seen that she tended to shy away from everyone. They'd taken that hint, and still followed it, not bothering to talk to her normally because she'd made herself invisible to them for so long now. She was tired of having herself as her only company though, but didn't know how exactly she was supposed to start making friends. She was too shy to just start walking up to people and talking to them, which was obviously going to be her downfall in the quest for friends.

She looked around the beach, seeing no one but herself and a small smile came to her lips as she began to dance while humming a song, one that had been in her head since the day she'd landed on this very beach. She didn't think she would ever know it's name, wasn't sure she wanted to. All she knew of her past was a storm on a ship, and that was only known through the nightmares that woke her in a cold sweat.

She lost herself to her dancing, no longer worried of someone's approach. She was singing softly now, her words unable to be understood as they were in another language. She closed her eyes, feeling free and happy just dancing and singing in the rain.

[Christopher Sharpe]

Not yet content with the troublesome thoughts that had been passing through his mind since the accident with his ship, Christopher continued his stroll down the beach. He wasn't sure how far he had journeyed from the docks, but when stopping to turn and look behind him, the towering masts of the ships were much further in the distance than they had been the times prior.

To parallel the luck he had since his departure from England those years ago, a light drizzle began to sprinkle upon his body. The rain, if it could even be called so, felt more like mist from the sea. Images from his voyages flooded into his mind and he remembered the men, the friends he had lost just a day before due to that storm.

His vision down, Christopher continued to walk, watching his feet rather than being aware of what was in front of him. He was absorbed in his thinking, and the young woman that he as of yet had not noticed was absorbed in her tune. The two continued in a strange path toward one another until Christopher heard something... but it wasn't in time. The woman's dance bumped her right into the unsuspecting man that was taking a stroll.

He stumbled back a bit, taking several quick steps to regain his footing. His hands reached out instantly to steady the teetering woman that had just run into him... or did he run into her? He looked up, taking note of how much she reminded him of someone from his past. "My apologies, miss," he said, with a slight bow to the woman.

[Christabel]

Christabel let out a yelp as someone walked into her, and almost fell. She surely would have landed in the sand on her bottom if he hadn't caught her. She had let her mind drift off with the song and dance, which she now regretted as she realized what a fool she must have looked like. It was why she didn't usually just let herself go to her whims such as that, they normally led to her doing something to embarrass herself.

Looking at him she gave a small smile, "I am sorry also, I was not paying attention to what I was doing." her voice soft and shy as she spoke. She tried to avoid other people, afraid of them in a way. She didn't know her past, never knew if she was going to run into someone she should know, though it was unlikely. It was still a thought that worried her mind though, making her wonder what exactly had happened.

She bit her lip and pulled away from his steadying hands, "Thank you for stopping me from falling." she said her voice still soft. It was how she always talked, never raising her voice unless extreamly angry or upset. Mild-mannered was what she'd call herself and her personality. She was the calm in the center of the storm, one step any other way and you'd run into a storm.

[Christopher Sharpe]

Christopher smiled, observing the somewhat shy and cautious behavior of the girl. "It's quite alright. Wouldn't want you to get wet sand stuck to you. It's a nasty business to remove." He tried to be as polite as he could be, but to be honest, he hadn't spoken much to a woman in years. Sure, he had the company of some during his shore-leave in the past months, but he didn't make an effort to hold a conversation with any of them.

The rain steadied a bit, picking up in pace. Christopher's hair began to droop and small streams of rain streaked down his face. The girl before him was beautiful, whoever she was, but Christopher was more concerned with her strange acting. She certainly was a bit uneasy around other people. He could see a lot of himself in her eyes; she didn't want to converse with people... but for her it was because of some sort of fear.

He held out his hand, palm upturned. "I'm Christopher Sharpe," he said, introducing himself. "May I inquire your name, miss?"