<strong>Name</strong>: Ianna<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Day 1.<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  The beach, near the beached ship<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anyone interested<br/><hr/><br/>Her prayers for the dead finally complete, Ianna looked round.  Parties were off gathering firewood, others off in the wreckage of the ship.  Immediate needs were being cared for, although she still shivered as she rubbed her wet arms.  That fire couldn't really come fast enough.<br/><br/>Unarmed and with Deneir's grace not providing anything useful in combat today - the fault hers not of course His, she wondered what to do for a while.  Immediate needs take care of left a lot of needs unhandled, it occurred to her but maybe here was something she could help with.  She sat on the wet sand and wrote her name in front of her with a finger - repeating it in as many alphabets as she could think of.  It was a crude shrine but hopefully the Lord of Glyphs and, crucially, Father of Cartograpy would recognise it was the best possible at the time.  There were surely sea charts on the Dread Horizon, with Deneir's grace she might be able to find them and begin working out where they were.<br/><br/>She prayed and then stood and surveyed the beach.<br/><br/>{OOC - Not really expecting the prayer to do anything, but looking for anything washed ashore that could be charts, maps, notes on the course being sailed - anything to help figure out where they are.}