The time aboard the Dread Horizon was some sort of minor hell for Callenda - cooped up with too many strangers, nothing to do, nothing to see.  She tried to spend as much time as possible on deck, so at least she had the sky, but the crew grew snappish with her, more so as the voyage continued.  At least she wasn't sick, like several unfortunates she saw along the rail - the downwind rail, after an incident that almost brought the captain to the point of violence against one pitiful passenger.<br/><br/>The night of the storm, she had come on deck again, but the crew was shorter-tempered and more harried than usual.  She quickly took the hint and retired below, pacing up and down until the movements became too much, then bracing herself sleeplessly in her cot.  So she was awake when the ship suffered a much greater roll, and didn't roll back.  Falling onto the wall, she grabbed only her most precious possession - her bow of course - and struggled with the mass of passengers to make her way to the deck.<br/><br/>She lost the bow at the last hurdle, clambering through a hatch that used to be in the ceiling but was now in the wall, with water already pouring in.  It was almost her death - the tip wedged between the hatch-coaming and two panicked passengers, and someone's violent shove from behind tore it from her grasp and sent her pitching into the water.   There was no return, and it was all the strong swimmer could do to escape the tangled rigging and gauntlet of falling blocks and snapping lines... and the grip of non-swimmers on her legs, at times.  She couldn't save anyone but herself, and that barely.<br/><br/>Exhausted, she knew only that she was on sand before she passed out.  When she awoke the sand was still there, but she couldn't move her legs.  Twisting, she found herself under the body of a sailor, and scrambled away, horror giving her strength.  Standing and looking back at the fierce surf, she was amazed she had made it at all.  Most hadn't, and several bloody bodies were still being dragged back and forth across the rocks just offshore.  The forest was a much more welcome sight, but she couldn't turn to that yet.<br/><br/>Grimly, still a little stupefied with fatigue and battering, Callenda began moving from body to body, shaking any that seemed they might still harbour life, trying to rouse the survivors and draw them away from the water.  She noticed a very few others upright, but stayed focused on those still down for now.  Her meandering course did bring her closer to another survivor eventually...