The sun beat down on her body as the world slowly came into focus. She looked ahead and could see the shore. The memory of what had happened came back to her as she realized that she was lying on a board half in and half out of the water. Waiting a few more minutes to get everything into perspective she kicked her feet, only nothing happened. Then she remembered the rope. Piper had tied a rope to her ankle to prevent her from levitating. I thought it was tied to something she wondered. Realizing that it must have broken when the sailboat fell apart Phoebe tried to turn and see what state the rope was in now. She could feel it around her ankle and legs, but how much was it tangled she did not know. Hanging on to the board, that had been her lifesaver, Phoebe looked down and saw the rope wrapped around her legs preventing her from using them at all. "Great." She said to no one.
Looking at the shore in front of her she started to swing her legs together as a mermaid. Making slow progress to the shore, she started to get tired, pausing every now and then to regain her strength. As she approached the shore she was aware of the breaking surf over the reef, careful to guide herself away from the rocks and coral. However, as she got closer to the reef the surf became harder to steer through. She soon lost her balance as a wave crashed down around her sending her off the board and into the water. As the waves above her crashed down she was thrown onto the reef and the sharp coral again and again.
The struggle to reach the surface became harder and harder as the ropes wrapped around her legs prevented her from getting a good kick in the water. Phoebe was normally a strong swimmer. In fact of the three sisters she was the strongest, but right now she was fighting a losing battle. Using her arms as best she could she finally reached a point along the shore where the surf had subsided. Twisting onto her back she floated for a few minutes trying her best to get the air to her lungs and regain her strength for the rest of the swim ahead of her.
Finally reaching the shore Phoebe let the gentle waves guide her into the beach. Laying on her back on the shoreline until she had the strength, she sat up and started to untangle the ropes around her legs. The wet thick ropes however were not that easily undone and it took her almost half an hour to get untangled.
She could feel the burning in her lungs from the salt water that she had swallowed, and because of it wanted to be sick, but she knew that she had to find her sisters. The last thing she remembered was the cabin of their sailboat collapsing with her sisters inside. Rolling over to her stomach she pulled herself up onto all fours. Looking into the water below her she could see the redness of the water. At first wondering what it could be, she then realized what it was; blood, her blood.
The sting of the salt water was all over her body, especially her back and side. Knowing that she must have cut herself on the coral reef when the waves crashed in on her. As she struggled to get up and make her way up the beach to the tree line, she recalled the conversation that she had on the plane with Prue. Something about some coral being poisonous and can make you really sick. "Great, and this day just keeps getting better and better. Well at least I managed to keep my bikini on." She laughed at herself
She was exhausted from the swim to shore and the pain from the cuts on her body. Laying in the shade she wanted nothing more then to sleep, but she had to find her sisters. Sitting up she got very dizzy and nauseous, and fell back down. "Ok maybe I'll just wait it out a bit longer." Lying on her stomach, so as not to get anymore sand in her cuts, Phoebe was soon fast a sleep with the gentle breeze blowing over her.
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He watched her from a distance at first, as she struggled to get ashore. He could tell that she was injured from the way that she moved. Probably crashed against the coral. Which in that case she's gonna get VERY sick soon. A lot of the coral in that area was poisonous and when it cut through human flesh it made them VERY sick. He recalled the times that he had been cut by that same coral. He had found a half remedy through his years on the island though. The plants there were all good for some sort of medical remedy if only temporarily.
Watching her try to stand and then sit back down he knew that the poison was making it's way through her system, and if he didn't help her soon then she just may die. If not from the poison then from the blood loss. Even from this distance he could see the blood running down her back.
He waited until he was certain that she was sleeping. Making his way over to her he at first just watched her sleep as he looked at the cuts on her back and her side. She had one large gash in her lower side that was bleeding quite badly and he also did not fail to notice how sunburnt she was.
Placing the towel down beside her, he gently rolled her over on to it. Surprised that she had not woken up with the movement, he then carefully picked her up and walked back down the beach before heading in through the bushes. Taking her away from the shore and any hope of Prue and Piper finding her.
