The storm that had battered the ship last night was one of the worst things she'd ever felt; the ship had tossed and rolled for hours, ensurign that there was no chance that she'd get any sleep. Still, the crew seemed competent enough, to keep things afloat... until she started to hear the screams. The last thing she'd remember would be a terrible, crashing, snapping noise, before the whole world seemed to drop out from under her, and slam her into the cold, icy waters.<br/><br/>Some time later, reality would begin to reassert itself, cold and hard and wet beneath her, almost painfully warm above her. A beach. On an island? Wreckage from the ship lay strewn about her, as well as a number of bodies, none of them moving. Out in the water, the hulk of the ship, cracked in half, lay against a massive, jagged rock. Nearby, a dense forest ran inland, with a steep cliff, about thirty feet high, to the other side, though it looked like the terrain sloped upward, leading to the higher ground. Strange birds called and flew overhead, but otherwise, the world was quiet, aside from the lapping of the water against the shore.