It was as it the storm had never happened, the sky was blue without a cloud, the sun shining bringing light and warmth. The hiss of the waves rolling into the beach, the cries of sea birds and their land based cousins. The bird’s cries are what bring you out of your exhausted slumber. Your mind is filled with memories of the battle you fought with the raging sea and by the feel of the sand under you one you won.<br/><br/>You are lying on a beach, in front of you is the beginning of a forest, trees becoming larger and denser the further they are from the beach. To the left and right of you can see the beach going out of sight. Scattered along the shore are parts of your ill fated ship, timbers, sails, the occasional bit of cargo, anything basically that would float.<br/><br/>On a more sombre note you can see bodies littering the beach, some you hope will be alive. But others it is obvious are no longer alive as birds have descended upon them making free with the sea’s gift to them.<br/><br/>Behind you is a clear sea, the waves rolling gently towards the sea. The innocent face of the raging beast you saw last night. More importantly the sea is empty, no sails as far as you can see. It looks like you and any companion who also survived are here to stay for the moment.<br/><br/>