The Bullhead carrying them suddenly broke in half, people screaming, grasping hands and an explosion of motion.
Jaune realized himself freefalling, the wind against his downward motion, dazed and incomprehensible.
Splash!
His Aura flared as he hit the ocean, but - it couldn't save his frantic movements, choking water, his eyes stinging.
He felt himself losing energy fast, trying to stay afloat and alive. The current washing him randomly.
A particularly high wave swept over.
Jaune struggled to stay awake.
He lost consiousness after what felt like hours.
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Coughing out water, Jaune woke up painfully against jagged rocks, his body half submerged and shivering.
Land.
Jaune looked behind him to see a beach stretching as wide as the eye can see.
Where was he?
Carefully wading through rocks and other debris, Jaune approached the sandy shores. Crocea Mors still in its sheathe, his clothes and armor wet, his boots very uncomfortable.
At least he was alive.
Sand crunched underneath, Jaune took of his upper clothes and found a somewhat flat piece of rock to dry. The sky blue and clear.
Jaune rested his weary body, sitting and staring onto the horizons.
It was supposed to be a simple mission. His team and RWBY along with another Bullhead heading towards a newly found settlement with supplies and relief. But, a storm rolled in and they had to divert their course.
And then the bullhead broke.
He really didnt know why or how it happened. He was just listening to Nora going on about an idea she just had, keeping his nausea down as best he could.
What a drastic turn of events. He quelled the panic for his friends - they knew how to take care of themselves, he had to trust their skills and training. Besides, if he with only two years in Beacon survived, the others surely fared better.
He could only hope.
Calming down, taking in deep breaths, Jaune looked behind him - a thick jungle laid beyond. He tried to recall any survival tips.
The first step was making shelter and securing food and water.
Crocea Mors unsheathed, Jaune took a deep breath. He steeled his mind. The familiar grip bringing a bit of comfort.
He had to survive.
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Chopping a somewhat thinner tree, Jaune built a rudimentary triangle shaped shelter with dried coconut leaves thickly laid together for a roof.
He found a few fruit trees and a stream flowing from the hill in the middle of the island. Jaune already made a round trip and set his base a bit further from the beach underneath the cover of trees.
There was another island a bit too further than he could plausibly swim - maybe a raft.
No animals or Grimm that he could find.
Night was fast approaching.
Jaune consumed a coconut for dinner, relaxing on the ground after a hard day of work. 2 days passed and nothing eventfull happened.
That was, until someone washed up onto shore, barely hanging on to a piece of Bullhead part.
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