A New Subject (Nike)

She saw the stranded sailor first, then Tatsu did. The vest was locked away down in her room, but that damn crazy bird knew more than one way to kill a man with only his talons. For a psychopath, he was creative. "Worst case, he's a pirate and we take him and get bounty money. Best case he's a Marine and we save his ass and get a commendation. If you lay one claw on him, your head will face north for a good long while." Gin stared up at the wheel, and the South Bird recognized the fire in her eyes. He gave his distinctive, echoing cry, and settled back into his job of navigating, taking the ship closer to the stranded sailor.

"Howdy there! Need some assistance?" Gin called out to the floating man, preparing a rope to throw out to him. From this distance, she could see he was not human. At first glance, she guessed Beastfolk.
Some kind of canid, based on the ears. Whatever he was, he was about to die, and Gin was willing to sacrifice her precious aloneness to make sure another human being didn't die when she had the chance to save him. She was a Marine, after all; it was her duty to protect and serve.

"Tatsu, fly out there and drop the rope." Gin called up to the bird at the wheel. Tatsu hopped up onto a rail and cried once. "I'll shove you in your cage for the rest of the day." That got his attention, and he hopped off the railing, taking the end of the rope in his talons. The sight of a South Bird, plus his cry, would probably be a bit odd, since they were nowhere near an island that supported South Bird. Hell, it was doubtful that they were near an island at all.

Tatsu let his cry echo over the waves in attempt to get the delirious victim's attention, before he dropped the rope into the water near him. The end of the rope had a buoy on it to allow for easy grabbing. Gin hooked the other end into a small winch she kept on deck mostly for reeling in and spooling out rigging to allow the ship to sail itself, but here it would serve another purpose; saving a life. She just hoped he was conscious enough to grab the rope, because she was in no position to swim out there to save him. Being a power holder kinda sucked sometimes.

Gin noticed his wave and threw a lever on the winch. With a clattering of gears, the wheel began to turn and pull the rope in. Gin modified the speed so it wouldn't pull it in too quickly. She didn't want him to lose his grip. He looked exhausted. Tatsu returned to his perch upon the rail in front of the wheel, his eyes locked on the new arrival. "He's still off-limits." Tatsu grumbled and half-fluttered-half-walked back to his space in front of the wheel, consulting the Log Pose.

When he got close enough, Gin leaned over. "See if you can fit yourself through the ring, and I'll pull you up." She began thinking of ways to get him up if he couldn't manage that. She could use her Flash Cords, but Gin doubted she had the brawn necessary to hoist a full-grown soaking-wet man onto her ship. She also noticed he had rather long hair, which would make him about twice again as heavy. She just had to hope he was conscious enough to shove himself into the ring.

The winch clicked, and the ring started moving him upward. She'd mentioned the ring for a reason; it was connected to another winch, this one actually specifically meant for pulling boats and people out of the water. As such, it was a bit beefier than the previous winch. The ring moved up the side of the boat, then inward on a small boom arm so Nike was suspended above the deck. Gin pulled him out and set him on his back on the deck.

"You okay there?" Gin asked, as she began preparing to perform CPR. He seemed like he'd been floating for a little while by now. At her best guess, maybe a day. She was a roboticist, not a medical doctor. Tatsu watched from above. Gin began checking for any open, untreated wounds from the shipwreck he'd obviously been through. She'll figure out more about him later, when he wasn't completely delirious.

Gin began examining his body to make sure he was medically sound, stripping his jacket and knapsack and setting them aside. She noticed the scars spiderwebbing his arms, including a long, rather nasty-looking one down the inside of his forearm. Probably a suicide attempt. Which meant it stood to reason the others were the result of a prolonged habit of self-harm. She looked through his rucksack, finding a Marine uniform. "A Marine... thank god..." Gin was worried for a moment she'd saved a pirate.

She began examining his eyes. Definitely some sort of canid, but these ears were unlike anything she'd ever seen before. They were much too large, and the fur was a bit dark for most wolf or coyote Beastfolk. This warranted further investigation, certainly. She just had to get him down there. She simply tried lifting him, and found him to be shockingly light, for a man of his size. She simply slung him over one shoulder and carried him down into the lab, setting him on the examination table. She removed his boots, and strapped him in. She loved her exam table. The straps secured at the ankles, waist, wrists, elbows, and over the chest. There was another strap that went over the mouth once, but Gin had long since removed it. It was bad at it's intended job. She got her clipboard and began noting certain physical aspects, turning on the spotlight and shining it to see more details.