I awake suddenly, my body being wracked by coughing. The coughing turns into a retching, clearing a bit of remaining water from my lungs. I notice I am in a world of pain, but with short, experimental movements, I confirm that nothing seems to be broken.<br/><br/>A part of me is worried for the others on the ship, but once I get past my own soreness, I hear voices calling out.<br/><br/>"I'm here as well, though I have to say that right now, I wish I hadn't come aboard." I say, my voice hoarse from the retching.<br/><br/>Slowly I work my way to my feet, balancing carefully on the unusual surface beneath me. That, the fact I can't see at all, and the female voice saying that someone is looking for an exit, keep me from moving, as no sense going from one spot I don't know to another. I do however begin to stretch out some, preparing for when it is time to move. As I do, a thought comes to me, and I call out once more, "I don't suppose anyone can see an unusual polearm next to them? Would save me a lot of trouble searching."