Shae had often dreamed of laying out on a beach, the water rushing over her as the warm sun would shine down on her. Languidly laying out with a drink served out of some exotic fruit and a young handsome man fanning her with a palm leaf. She'd never been to a beach, but she halfheartedly assumed that each and every beach was such a paradise, regardless of location or season as many people seemed to.<br/><br/>The reality she awoke to could not of been more different. She'd quickly roll herself over onto her stomach as she'd cough up seawater and grit, her long slender fingers digging deep into the cold wet sand. She'd sit up slowly, feeling her muscles and bones creak and ache as she did. It would take a few minutes gasping to take in as much of the cool sea air into her lungs for her to start regaining her senses, taking in the the constant cycling of the smell of  briny air, and the stench of lingering death. The girl, who was only just above the age where a human would call her an adult, and a grown elf would scoff and call her a child, would open her eyes and take in what was around her and try to remember how she had gotten there in the first place.<br/><br/>She remembered being warm and comfortable in her bedroll, or at least as warm and comfortable as one can be on a ship that was as overcrowded as this one had been. Yes, idly flipping through the pages of a rather large tome on magic, silently repeating the words to herself and trying to memorize the knowledge within. There was a crack, louder than anything she had heard in her life, as the whole of the ship shook and twisted. Then there was the rush of water and a burning in her lungs that felt like it would overtake her. She'd lean back as her mind would replay swimming for her life away from the sinking ship, the water feeling like it was wrapping around her like bonds and pulling her down to her death while she struggled to swim for land she could just barely see through the salt water clogged haze in her eyes. She would quickly shake the memories from her mind, and promptly decide that she didn't want to recall them again anytime soon.<br/><br/>Toril's twin moons were the only feature she could even conceive as familiar, even then in this strange alien place they didn't even seem like the moons she'd spent her life gazing up at. Shae would stay put, as if afraid to get up and move. As if she thought that some rescue crew would come by and set everything right. Pulling her knees up to her chest as she'd pick the biting white crabs off of her legs, carelessly flicking them back out to the sea. Her lithe figure huddled up amongst the dead and wreckage, her brow furrowed as she'd stare off towards the sea with eyes almost the same deep blue shade as the churning water.<br/><br/>“Yes... Waterdeep. Another brilliant idea Shae.”<br/>