For a vessel that is almost a full 90 meters in length the Victory Class patrol ship is surprisingly buoyant, mostly from the fact that all internal systems seal against a vacuum and are designed to tolerate some significant depth as well.  Ergo the areas that are unbreached work to help the massive mass of twisted alloy and plastisteel plating from simply beaching itself where it came to rest.  Instead the bow section, the one furthest down the tidal basin, slips inexorably along with the waves and is pulled into ever deeper water.<br/><br/>Detective Sachiko Chiasa emerges from a median hallway and leaps off into the several meter drop into the shallow waters.  When she stands up into the onrushing waves her long ebony hair is slicked down to her face and shoulders, but already starting to frizz from the unexpected humidity difference between a climate controlled spaceship and the spring of a living world.  She wrestles into the jacket, the fabric clinging annoyingly to her skinsuit, as she tries to trudge forward - and is hit full in the face by a wave larger than she expects.<br/><br/>She issues a half cry of surprise as she is swept from her feet, tossed face forward into the surf, and is half drowned by the time the tide deposits her close to the beach.  Where she simply sputters and drags herself up onto her knees to pout loudly, almost in tears.<br/><br/>"Waaaaaaa!  I broke my ship!"<br/><br/>Suddenly the golden-bronzed skinned female seems to realize she is not alone and looks totally flabbergasted.  Smiling lamely and trying not to move much, half hoping is she stays still nobody will realize she is there.