StrandedBy Fabian J. Stormtail
(This is a bit of Fabian's history, before he came to the Imperium)
Stormtail the stoat sat on a raft. He had been stranded here for two, perhaps three days. There was no way of knowing the exact time, and as far as he was concerned, it did not matter.
How he had gotten here was still somewhat of a mystery to him; Stormtail suspected that the ship had run into a rock or a reef. As far as he knew, he was the only survivor of the wreck.
Strange, he mused,that beasts who were better swimmers than myself drowned, and yet that I lived. He was normally not an incredibly thoughtful beast, but with little else to do, he'd taken to such musings as a way to pass the time. He had more than enough time, as it was.
Stormtail had, by now, more or less given up hope of escape. He doubted that anybeast but himself knew or cared that a certain slaving ship had gone down, and he suspected that even if beasts had known or cared, they would arrive far too late to save a certain unfortunate stoat.
He, for the moment, pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind. There was no use thinkng this way-- whatever was going to happen would happen.
Stormtail lay down on the raft and gazed at the sky, which was turning a bright orange from the dying sun. Darkness loomed on the horizon, and stars were beginning to blink into existance. It was lonely out here, but not necessarily in a bad sort of way.
I could be stranded in far worse places, I suppose.