It was funny, well... not really. Not in the ‘haha, good joke!’ kind of way. No, it was just a thing to think about how hours before his biggest concern had been making sure he knew where his portable power banks were so his phone would definitely have the battery to text Hubert and Daniel after the flight as promised if the battery somehow drained despite being fully charged (what? he thought it was a valid concern). Or if he had remembered to put his passport in the correct pocket to make it easier on the other end of the flight, to have all his ducks in a row. Hell... Even making sure his snacks didn’t get entirely squashed under his books for the flight!
Then suddenly his biggest concern was trying to remember the emergency procedures he’d read again and again before the flight as chaos and panic took over. Not easy, considering he was an anxious passenger to begin with when a flight went smoothly.
Worse still was the struggle to make it to dry land after the fact. Llewellyn had never been more glad to feel sand under his fingers and creeping into his shoes as he dug his feet. Sure, he’d complain about that annoying sensation later, but right now he was just grateful to not be dinner for whatever predatory aquatic creatures dwelled in the waters in this part of the world.
He flopped down on the shore a short while later, waterlogged and trying to catch his breath as he wrung the bottom of his sweater out. More of an anxious, fussing motion considering he was soaked, and it did little to change that. The sun would probably dry him out sooner, anyway.
Llewellyn’s head swung one way and another, wide eyed as he looked for signs of life. There... there had to be other people... right? What about his neighbours on the plane? If he made it, then they might have too? Pushing himself back to his feet, stumbling a little as his shoes sank into the sand awkwardly, he started walking in the hopes that he might stumble upon another living soul.
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Then suddenly his biggest concern was trying to remember the emergency procedures he’d read again and again before the flight as chaos and panic took over. Not easy, considering he was an anxious passenger to begin with when a flight went smoothly.
Worse still was the struggle to make it to dry land after the fact. Llewellyn had never been more glad to feel sand under his fingers and creeping into his shoes as he dug his feet. Sure, he’d complain about that annoying sensation later, but right now he was just grateful to not be dinner for whatever predatory aquatic creatures dwelled in the waters in this part of the world.
He flopped down on the shore a short while later, waterlogged and trying to catch his breath as he wrung the bottom of his sweater out. More of an anxious, fussing motion considering he was soaked, and it did little to change that. The sun would probably dry him out sooner, anyway.
Llewellyn’s head swung one way and another, wide eyed as he looked for signs of life. There... there had to be other people... right? What about his neighbours on the plane? If he made it, then they might have too? Pushing himself back to his feet, stumbling a little as his shoes sank into the sand awkwardly, he started walking in the hopes that he might stumble upon another living soul.