For Katrina MacLeod, the newest member of the Rebecca's crew, it felt like her life had become one shipwreck after another. Just a little over a week ago, she had sneaked away from home to sail off with her lover, a handsome pirate named Don Enigo on his ship the Mighty Jack. Her dreams became plagued with images of a broken ship, and a language that she assumed could only have been in her head. That had been a different world...<br/><br/>The seas had roughened, and then the Mighty Jack had zigged when it should have zagged, hit a wave the wrong way and the next thing Katrina knew she was drinking sea water. She lost consciousness soon after, and the world she woke up in was not the world she was familiar with. In fact, if DeFoe or Swift would have written about some of the things she witness in the strange new world she found herself in, she would have assumed it was pure fiction along with the rest of it.<br/><br/>Stranger yet, was when the crew of the Rebecca started to teach her the dominant language, Masquani, she was picking it up very quickly. A few days later she realized why that was so... it was the language that had come to her in her dreams back home!<br/><br/>The rest of that first week went by in a flurry of sweaty, menial labor, learning more of the Masquani tongue and spending a few nights with a very precocious, and very pretty, winged girl. Then just as she thought she was reaching some level of comfort with her new reality, the Rebecca had her own mishap, and the next thing Katrina knew, she was waking on an island.<br/><br/>Still dazed, with her clothes ripped to the edge of decency, Katrina had set off with the others to forage for provisions to keep the crew alive. What they were going to do after that, was certainly beyond her ken, at least for the moment.