The party has just regrouped as dark clouds hang over head, and the tide slowly fades back into the sea, revealing the black sand of the beech. Jagged rocks that appear to have been carved by the Gods themselves stand tall around the beach, sectioning it off from the rest of the world. Trails of sand go up into crags, twisting upon themselves creating semi intricate facing, and one has to assume that there is a trail from this beach that could lead them home.<br/><br/>The remains of the ship that was destroyed the night before litter the beach and water, and the party probably realizes that the floating debris in the water is what saved their lives. The missing black Gem they had been sent to recover crossing their minds along with images of that sorcerer flying high in the sky, sending down spells of ice and hail to rupture the hull. No, last night was not a good night for these heroes, and now they have the issue of finding their way back home which could prove equally disastrous, if they're not careful.<br/><br/>(I assume that the spellcasters in the group have taken time to memorize their spells, and that everyone has either relocated their gear or never lost it.)