<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">UNKNOWN SHORES; UNKNOWN LANDS</span></span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Time:</strong> Sunrise (Day 1; 7th day, 6th Month)</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Weather:</strong> Clear skies; Light winds; Cold morning</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>As Anna begins to regain consciousness, it is to the sound of creaking timbres and the lapping of water.  There are no sounds of sailor calling out, of men manning their posts or laughing at bawdy jests as sailors are usually wont to.  It is the eerie silence of abandonment.  Or the grave.  As sight comes back to her eyes, she finds herself in the broken out hull of a ship.  Her ship.  Memory of what happened is quite foggy.  First there was a great storm that tore across the horizon and then... now there was this.  Anna can remember that they were fighting through the storm vaguely for days on end; the men terrified that something–<br/><br/>Any further concerns can apparently wait, as the dull throb of a headache and ringing in her ears takes her.  Thirst is burning her throat and causing her tongue to swell so that it is difficult to swallow.  Anna is lying on a wooden floorboard, with her waist submerged in cool waters, her clothes in tatters, but it only takes a moment to ascertain that it is not the drinkable sort, being salty ocean water.  On the wooden boards in front of her, her rapier is embedded in the timbres as though she had tripped causing it to land point first.<br/><br/>The inside of the wrecked hull is shadowy and uncertain, but where there are gaps in the wood, sunlight shines through, glorious and golden and clear.  It takes less than a minute to ascertain her situation – the remains of the ship has grounded itself on isolated rocky outcroppings, some fifty feet from there shoreline where further remains of the ships carcass can be seen to have been washed up on the beach, some still bobbing in the water, rising and falling on gentle waves.  The ship has beached itself in wide bay, with a narrow entry, and beyond the shores, the beginnings of a lush, but tangled swamp can be seen from which many small rivers and streamlets flow into the briny waters of the bay.