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Well wasn't this exciting! Plummeting to the not so soothing crashing waves of the ocean that could possibly drown any unlucky member/recruit who didn't know how to swim. Luckily for Eli, he had fallen into water plenty of times when his dad tried to learn and teach him how to fish oh so many years ago. The only differences were back then he had his dad to save him if swimming lessons failed, it was daylight and the water was peaceful. Having his stomach lift up near his lungs wasn't the most pleasant feeling Elias had in his life, but hey! It happened every time a stunt was pulled. Except it wasn't as bad this...

As the plane spiraled it's way down into a full crash, Eli experienced a red out from the lack of expertise in this field. The only thing he knew when he came to was that air was coming in brief flashes, and the salt water entering his nostrils and mouth was making bile want to rise. Thrashing wildly, the brunette felt his sunglasses tap his wrist, before disappearing again by the waves. Barely able to snatch the item in his freezing and trembling hand, Eli spluttered and coughed as a wave caught him head on. His shoes remained on his feet, though it was a slight downside considering how far he was from land and how much he had to swim. His constricting shirt was shed and left in the water, now only in his typical white muscle shirt and shorts. Diving under, the Libra began his swim to the shore that seemed so far away.

Questions plagued him every time he went back under to swim easier. Where was everyone else? Was he the only one to red out or be so far away? Did everyone even survive? Or was he like Scott from X-Men who survived a plane crash whilst everyone else drowned or died upon impact? The thoughts sickened him to no end, but they wouldn't leave. Logic and rationalization was not working, probably due to the shock of it all. Resurfacing for air yet again, a piece of debris drifted past with the oncoming water. Grabbing hold of it for a rest, the blue eyed people magnet panted heavily, seeing a rocky part of a beach, unfortunately with no people. On the bright side, he could have just been swept away by the ocean, and everyone else was at another part. "Hopefully," his mind prayed, for being stranded on some random island that was not their destination was not his idea of a vacation.

His breather was over as the floating debris began to sink. His sore muscles pushed anyways to the rocky shore that had absolutely no dry spot. Every rock was wet and slippery and sharp and full of Lord knows what. Nothing was in order and Eli just felt plain dirty. O.C.D + random island did not equal anything remotely pleasant. Coughing up the remainder of the sea and whatever else needed to escape away from somewhere a person may step, the disoriented man slid to his bottom on the grainy shore, looking out to where he once was. His sunglasses remained with him somehow-nothing short of a miracle-and were still surprisingly clean. Wiping them on his soaked shorts, the Libra slid them on his face before easing back into a laying position, a yawn taking over his mouth. Looking for others would have to wait. He was physically and mentally exhausted. Between walking around the beach in hopes of finding someone and going for a quick nap under the shelter of trees while the storm passed, it was easy to see which one would win.