Maria didn't know about this one.. What the hell had she -- no, no, her BROTHER -- gotten her into? Not only was she on her way to some deserted island out in the middle of who-knows-where, she was to be completely dependent on total strangers.. She was not one to depend on people she was around constantly, let alone strangers! She was shaking, not only from the cold of the salty sea air against her skin, but from fear. She didn't know what she was going to do..

Caramel eyes scanned the briefing deck, paying attention to what the crew had been explaining but not necessarily taking anything in. She didn't need to know anything they were telling her, she knew that. All she wanted to know was how to get home!

A hand, decorated with a floral henna-stain tattoo, removed a strand of curly black hair that had blown into her face, tucking it behind her ear. Her eyes looked down momentarily, to her brown shorts and oversized peasant shirt, laid over a black tank. Her ankle-wrap sandals, embroidered with multi-colored beads, provided little protection against the slight cold from the wind -- in fact, her entire outfit didn't protect her much. But it, she decided, would be best fit for when they actually got onto the island.. it would be hot, right?

Maybe I should actually socialize,she thought, pursing her lips. She glanced back to the others, huddled mainly toward the center of the deck, while she was standing off to the side. She knew, then, that she would be an outsider, whether she liked it or not. She just wasn't used to that sort of thing! It irked her, but it was her fault in the first place. Her brother had told her long ago to lighten up, but for some reason she had never taken her advice.. Maybe she'd start on this trip. She'd probably need it.