As I left I heard someone call out to me, but I was unable to make out their words, It was far more important to search, so I didn't turn back.<br/><br/>My search of the ship had proved fruitless. Navigating the halls of the ship only made it more difficult as the ship was on its side. This left the doors somewhere in the middle of the wall, and I had to climb up to them more often than not. The Galley was especially hard to navigate, being one of the first stops I'd made. It was unusual that there were no members of the crew in sight. It could be assumed most of them had lost their lives bravely struggling to keep the ship afloat, but surely some of them remained?<br/><br/>I was especially surprised to find no trace of the cook upon reaching the Galley. He'd looked frail and wirey, not to mention a bit addled from too much time at sea. He'd seemed more like the type to hole himself up in the ships stores during a storm than head out onto deck and fight the waves.<br/><br/>While I was down there I took the time to look over the ship's stores myself. The ship should have had the stores to feed everyone aboard for another 3 weeks at least, probably a little bit more just in case. Making sure it was not ruined may play a part in saving the lives of any survivors if there were enough of them.<br/><br/>Once done making a rough estimate of how many provisions were salvageable, I headed toward the deck of the ship. Most of the crew had been there, so if there were any left of the team above deck, they'd be there, most likely clinging to something for dear life after the ship turned.