<br/>During her inspection of the fallen, Callendra eventually came across a tall redhead lying face down on a broken chunk of deck.  In response to the firm nudge on her shoulder, the redhead gave a pained moan and slowly turned to sit up.  She gave a sharp cry at the brilliance of the light and touched the knot on her forehead.  “What happened,” she whimpered, green eyes not quite focusing.  “There was a storm…  The boat jerked.”  She groaned as her eyes crossed and closed them.  “I fell.  Then…”  She moaned and hugged herself, not yet knowing to be thankful that the very wood she’d pummeled herself on had also held her out of the water, spared her drowning or mouthfuls of brine.<br/>The girl felt chilled.  She ran her hands up and down her forearms.  She didn’t know that her fine white blouse was now torn over the right breast, clinging translucently to what it still covered.