Ianna had been wide awake when the storm hit.  She'd been in the same place she'd been for almost the entire journey - leaning over the rail retching.  The first few hours had been vomiting, but she'd quickly reached retching.  In fact, to her perceptions the storm hadn't been any different at first.  The ship still swayed alarmingly and she was still convinced she was going to die - desperately welcoming it in truth.<br/><br/>And so it was that she didn't actually see the ship go down.  One of the first wild pitches of the ship cast her overboard, a flailing hand failing to grab hold of the railing and save herself.  Deneir had no say over the sea but she prayed nonetheless as waves crashed into her, dashing her against the hull for a moment before the ship spun and she was swept away from it.<br/><br/>She had no idea how long she was buffeted from wave to wave, somewhere between six seconds and an inifinty, she was fairly certain of that.  Eventually, unconcscious, she washed up on the beach.  When she came round others had been washed up as well, obviously the prevailing waves had brought them to the same place.  She clutched wildly at her chest and sighed in relief when she realised she still had her holy symbol and connection to Deneir.<br/><br/>She stood up and picked her wet clothes off her skin, looking out to see.  "There was a copy of a Rashemi poem in my trunk."  She remarked to noone in particular.  "Probably irreplacable."  She bit her lip and stared at the waves for a moment before turning round to face the beach.<br/><br/>"Is anyone injured?"<br/><br/>{If needed:  ACTION -  Heal check to determine A) if anyone is injured B) who is most seriously injured.}