[Auspicious Happenings]

Rouge had begun to build a makeshift hut with some wood he had tracked down in the forest. Currently a warm fire was roaring away.
Looking around, he figured that he had been marooned alone, so he set to taking his wet clothes off and setting them near the fire to dry.
Once the vest and shirt were divested of, one thing became glaringly obvious.
The Red Devil was not a man at all.
In fact, she was very much a woman.
Scarlett reached up and started squeezing water from her long locks of blood colored hair. With her saber close to her side, she sat close to the fire and absorbed its welcoming warmth.
Her mind was heavy with thoughts of her crew. Had they made it safely? How many had perished.
And most importantly, what malevolent force had brought her here.