DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Whatever had occurred exactly to the beast, the feline likely could relate in some capacity. The truth that the ocean was relentless was known all too well by Goldenluxury. One of her earlier memories had been of her deciding to take a small swim, of which resulting in a barracuda attacking her and her young body losing its life. She'd been aware that she was dying, but she couldn't remember ever feeling too particularly upset over it, just tired, perhaps a little sad she couldn't say goodbye. But it hadn't been her time, and thanks to the Gods she lived. Still, she took on sailing, she looks to the sea for guidance, comfort. Still, she will gladly allow herself to be swept by the waves, if they so choose it was her time. She trusts in them. The relentlessness of the waters were reliable, let her understand where she may go, how she may stay. The daughter of the sea, landlocked to the island she was born on. But she couldn't much complain about that. If she wanted to leave, truly, she would have done so a long time ago. There is much to do here, much for her to repay, much that she needed to protect with what little strength she had left.

To find the creature upon the shore was not necessarily the strangest sight, though the caracal would carefully approach when she'd spotted it. If they were a threat, then she didn't want to rush in blindly. Goldie isn't how she was - her powers are not so controlled, training only half finished, skill lost to her fragmented memories. Though, it became clear that they were unconscious. As she grew closer, she'd inspect them carefully, searching for any potential open wounds, paw reaching out gently towards it. It was much too large for her to carry on her own. Perhaps if she was still in her tiger body, she'd have less trouble, but she was much smaller. She would look around quietly for a moment, unsure. It was obvious, at least, that they should be taken away from the waves.

The fact that they were still breathing normally was a good sign. Perhaps they would wake up on their own. "Oi, big fella," she'd greet softly at first. "If you can hear me, 'm here t' help." The female would then assure, before perking her head up to look around once more. "Aye, can anybody help a gal out for a moment?" she calls out to any passing crewmates.