The bay was wonderous.
She was raised in a vault, nothing but closed walls and steel machines.
Then she learned that from the Vault she wasn't born. She was born outside the vault, in the wasteland, as her father worked to make Progect Purity alive. She finished his work.
She'd been out in the Vault for a little less than a month, spending two weeks in a disabled state. In that time, she's fought a bahemoth, killed everyone in paradise falls, activate a purifier, destroy everything that remained of the Enclave, become an "Official" member of the Brotherhood of Steel, defused a nuclear bomb, crawled through the halls of DC, met and tamed a horde of Vampires, fought an army of giant fire-breathing ants, helped a woman write a book, and a dozen other things she's forgotten. She's lucky to be alive.
And un-luky to have drunkenly fallen off the boat to this point lookout. Which... Isn't that great.
She blurbed as she flailed down, as the light above the water seemed to fade out of existence, and there no longer seemed to be anything resembling up and down. She desperately grasped, wildly, for anything, ANYTHING at all.
She felt her hand break water, grabbing onto the boat. She held on for dear life, as she climbed aboard, the feeling of Drunkess having subsided. She clawed aboard, covered in plant matter, and collapsing onto the floor of the boat, just breathing the air.
"Ow..." was all she managed, her backpack soaking down to her left, lying on the deck of the boat.