Sae'Ka came to the same way that she had every day since leaving port, with a throbbing headache and a nauseous sensation that had nothing to do with the rocking of the boat and everything to do with the copious quantity of rum that she'd ingested the night before, only amplified threefold. She opened her eyes but clenched them shut again right away and brought a hand up to cover them for good measure, groaning as she felt the harsh sting of daylight.<br/><br/>She could still hear the waves, but the sound seemed different now; calmer and lazier, reminiscent of the tide. Pretty soon the dark elf realized that the ship's constant rocking had stopped, and...was that sand underneath her? Suddenly weary and confused, Sae'Ka forced her eyelids open once again, squinting hard and almost hissing as she pushed herself up on to her elbows, wondering if she was still drunk or dreaming. She could taste the sand in her mouth and feel the crunchy grains, so she spat several times while stiffly lumbering up to her feet.<br/><br/>Then the full impact of her fatigue and hang over hit her and she stumbled back down to one knee, swallowing hard as the beach and sky seemed to spin all around her. Languidly, Sae'Ka rubbed her face and wiped the wet, sticky sand off of it, feeling a stream of dried blood around her right temple as well when her fingers passed over it. Taking better look around now that her eyes had begun to adjust and open a little wider, even through they still burned like hell. What she saw was mostly debris and bodies. Some broken, some bloated, most of them lifeless, though a few individuals who seemed about as disoriented as her were actually wandering about.<br/><br/>Sae'Ka pretty much put the pieces together by that point, realizing that the Dread Horizon had somehow met its end and that her men were likely dead whether they'd been swallowed by the sea entirely or spat back out onto the coast as corpses. She certainly wouldn't have considered any of them to be her friends, even hesitating to think of them as 'companions', but they were useful when it came to killing and pillaging, so the loss wasn't exactly pleasing. Still, better them than her.<br/><br/>Her second attempt to get up proved more successful than the first and she managed not to stumble again, though her legs definitely didn't feel as stable as they could have and her balance was sketchy at best. Noticing the cold and the bite of the wind for the first time, Sae'Ka glanced down at herself only to notice that she was nude from the waist up, left with only her soaked boots and her crude leather and fur skirt. Her dark plum nipples were rocklike and erect, plus there were goosebumps on her thighs, arms and chest, but years of prowling the frigid tundra had made the dark elf resistant enough to the cold for her to shrug it off, at least in the short term.<br/><br/>She'd lost more than her vest, of course. Since all of her belongings were likely at the bottom of the sea by now, Sae'Ka naturally turned towards her bread and butter: relieving the dead of their no longer needed worldly possessions.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sae'Ka checks the nearby corpses for anything that might be of use. Not sure if I need a search roll or not for that, but here's one just in case: rolls: 1d20a-1 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=42241) </div></div>