>>2742411[Ashore – Part 4]
There was only one realistic application for a phone in Ami's situation: try and call for help. It seemed just about impossible for someone to notice her from that far out, and all things considered, knowing her location was not likely to help much... if anything, it might have just added to her already considerable worries. So she had to put her phone to use in the old fashioned sense.
Ami shakily activated the device with her pattern, trying to ignore the flickering indicator of a red battery in the upper right. The reminder was the last thing she needed, especially considering how dire it would be if she ran out of charge. There didn't seem to be a means of charging it for miles, nor did she even have the proper accessories for it.
The next question was, simply: who to call? Obviously no one from home, tempting as it was. How would they find her? No, she had to try to reach someone on the boat itself. But... who? She didn't know who on the boat to call, likely no small fault of her own in that she barely got to know anyone on the departing craft. Then it hit her. Her boarding pass had an emergency contact... and she kept a screen of it on her phone! Ami hastily thumbed through screens and menus until she reached her photos, and at last, a clear number. She activated her phone, and began dialing.
Ring... ring... “Hello, customer service.” A pleasant female voice answered, one that sounded unconcerned. Was it someone on the boat? A distant call center? Whoever it was, Ami likely had mere seconds to decide what to say. “H-hello, this is Ami, I was a passenger on the Decadence, and... I-I was swept overboard. I'm on an island nearby, please stop the ship from leaving...!”
