The daring dash across the soft, wet sands of the shore left Nay and Kid all sweaty and reaching the limits of their exhaustion.
It was a race against time, with an unrelenting pursuit of the powerful and unstoppable element. A race that they barely won, reaching the properly solid ground only once the tide reached its full scope.
Nay turned her head to the back as she calmed the horses down and rested her back against the side of the makeshift carriage.
'That was close, too close,' she thought, gulping her saliva down as the magnitude of the disaster they've just escaped finally started to dawn on her.
While in the process of running away, the young woman couldn't pay any attention to the fear of being consumed by the rushing tides, now that she reached the safety of the solid ground and looked back…
Nay's eyes locked on the place where she could see their boats floating freely. And with how the tide would push them towards the shore…
