The water was urgently deep, the roughness of its rapid waves a tower over Pam's boat, the dizzy quality of her nerves sending her head into a haze as she slumped from side to side in a dehydrated state of exhaustion. As the waves tossed, the small boat rocked when suddenly it toppled over, and Pam's slender frame fell from its unstable walls. Slapped into reality by the cool water, salt burning sensation in her mouth, Pam coughed with a frantic body spasm, her muscles tight as she flailed with surprise. As her mind set, focusing on the blurred tan of warm sand not far away, she forced herself to believe it was not a mirage. Strained her aching body to the surface, horizontally, she grit her teeth as pain shot through her weak, unfed body. Pulling back one arm, left, she plunged it forward stroking back through the water, pulling her body forward with a tired grunt. Then, doing the action again with the other arm, she kicked her long legs, the muscle in her calves and thighs strong as she forced them to work, her blonde locks swarming back from her face against the waters force. Finally, her hand hit warmth, the delusion, which she figured it to be, was very much alive and real beneath her very palm. Standing with an aching body, Pam panted heavily, her fist clinched at her side as she brought her head up to look at her salvation.
"Pare! Fique onde está, ou meus homens serão forçados a atirar"! A strong male voiced echoed from above her, her body slowly slumping to the sands in a state of pure exhaustion.
She didn't understand the language, the clank of armor and weapons fading as her eyes began to heavy, drifting to a soft shut as her dark eyelashes lay against milky white skin.