I awoke to every muscle in my body being sore, strained, or bruised. It was a kind of pain I hadn't felt in a long time. Before doing anything else I focused my innate psionic abilities. Tweaking the stiff joints, minor bruises, and pulled muscles so that they relaxed and returned to their undamaged normal state.<br/><br/>Still feeling like I'd been swallowed by a dragon and spit out the other end, but now feeling like I'd come out in one piece at least, I clawed my way out of the pile of crates and chests I had awoken beneath.<br/><br/>Once I freed myself from their confines. I immediately looked around to get my bearings. I was wet, I was tired, I was even a little bit hungry, which meant everyone else on the boat was likely in a similar state, or even worse. It was dark. There wasn't a shred of light for me to see by, even with my superior nightvision. I could hear at least, and my hands and feet worked perfectly fine to let me know where what I assumed the floor was at.<br/><br/>I called out now, to anyone else who could hear me as I began grasping around wherever I was, trying to locate any signs of the injured I could yet save. "Is there anyone else out there? Is anyone trapped or unable to move? Does someone have a sunrod handy?"<br/><br/>(2d12 Body adjustment, HP now 26)