<strong>Upon An Unfamiliar Shore, At the Wreckage of the Dread Horizon.</strong><br/><br/>The many ropes that hung from the broken masts and booms were as the hair of a lonely corpse tossed by the unkind wind. It was easy for<strong>Sae'Ka</strong>to obtain a length that seemed able enough to support the weight of others, pull down or cut a bit of it, and lower it down to be used to climb the otherwise difficult side of the slick hull.  This provided a relatively easy ascent for<strong>Theresa, Brandon, and Callenda</strong>. Though, the<strong>others</strong>would still need to decide whether or not it was worth the danger. Presumably,<strong> Maron</strong>would rather climb than continue in the cold water.<br/><br/>Though the<strong>Dark Elf</strong>'s eyes most easily pierced the dark corridors beneath the hatch, the others would have a very difficult time without the aid of some sort of light within the ship. Within, the groans of the broken lady were otherworldly, and those who ventured within could feel that they had entered into a most sullen and dreadful place. The bodies of most who had died within has been washed out onto the beach, but now and then a corpse could be found. All paths lead down, and the source of the animal's sounds seemed to come from the cargo hold of the ship, within which none so far had been allowed to pass, prior to the crash.