The Ship, The Salty Whore, has been making its way west from the continent of Bruno to the other continent of Kliry at a fairly brisk pace, which means a dead crawl through the mostly dead sea for weeks on end. The boredom only helping by the searing sun and salty air and even more crippling boredom. You all about ready to resort to cannibalism just to pass the boredom when a strong northern wind just comes out of nowhere, battering the boat and signaling the start of a rather freakish hurricane of all things.<br/><br/>That was 3 days ago, the last time the crew saw the sun, constantly battling the freezing northern winds and rain and ice to keep the boat afloat in the high seas. A rather valiant effort but ultimately in vain, the boat wandering too far off the shipping routes and into unknown waters. Just when it seems like the worst is over, the boat slams into sea rocks at high speed, sending you all crashing into the icy water....<br/><br/>When you all slowly come to you find yourself in a rather lush tropical beach, which is quite alarming if it weren't for how beautiful and pristine it was. The perfect sand and beach head only serving as a stark contrast to the rocks that are jutting out several hundred feet deeper into the wash, which is currently what remains of the boat is perched on for added measure. Various wooden debris scatter the beach, all soaked deep. Your clothes all in tatters from the crash and wash up to shore, especially the girls clothes, as if they are not magical they are essentially gone, exposing your flesh for the two guys to admire while recovering.<br/><br/>You are all also fatigued and dehydrated.<br/><br/>