Harsh light of morning, unfiltered by any window shutters, stabbed at Faolan's eyes even though his tightly closed eyelids. He grimaced, groaning at all of his aches and pains, blinking against the bright glare of morning. Around him on the beach, various bits of flotsam moved with the surf. Some had been deposited at the high tide mark, other lighter materials remained caught in the ebb and flow.<br/>Realization of what had happened finally dawned on him and Faolan glanced around to see if he was in any danger. Luckily no large creatures seemed apparent and though a bit chilly so far, the morning air was not entirely cold and looked to brighten and warm up as the day went along.<br/><br/>With a grunt he pushed himself up from the sand and spent a few minutes brushing corrosive and itchy specks of mineral from his still damp clothing. On inspection of his own person, Faolan was thankful that his silver dagger and cutlass still hung from his belt. The brace of pistols under his arms also remained but many of his bullets had come free from his bandolier so he was low on ammunition  until he could find another source. A rumble from his belly informed him of dire needs, not having eaten since the morning before.<br/><br/>The grizzled veteran looked around at the chaos surrounding him and despaired. Everyone aboard the ship must have perished. He didn't see any other bodies though. Surely some would wash up. He gave a heavy sigh and glanced up at a slight sound of sand shifting. He gasped. She was stunningly gorgeous. Ripe. Lush. and totally naked aside from salt crystals glittering on her alabaster skin.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">[ by Faolan]</span>