Sailing the world, just the two of us, was a mistake, surprising no one, but no one can really blame us. Grief makes us do wild things. It made us quit our jobs and college education and set sail on the ocean.

It has been six months since dad died when the two of us set sail. It has been two weeks since we stepped on solid ground. Our instruments got fried during a storm, our fuel is mostly vapor now, and the motor had problems before we even set off.

There is good news how ever. We are at sea so food is, if not plentiful, available, our desalination and rain water collection systems are operational, and life and death situations tend to accelerate moving past grief, so both of us are determined to survive.

But there are new, unexpected,problems cropping up. The boat is small, and allows for no privacy. Both of us have to sleep in the same room, sometimes in the same bed to stave off loneliness and isolation. This made us aware of each others' phisical needs. And those needs have been feeding off of each other exponentially. Plus there is nothing really else for us to do or think about.

Hello DPP, nice to meet you. I've been looking for a long term detailed rp for a while now. I think this setting could open us to a lot of different scenarios and interactions we could play out.

I usually rp on Discord, but I'm willing to try any app that isn't Reddit. I'm a literat writer and I tailor my responses to what is appropriate and feels right to the rp. That is what I'm looking for as well; someone imaginative and willing to push the story forward.

We can discuss details and appearances together, there fore so much ambiguity. Pm me so we can discuss!