<strong>PC: </strong>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=683029 (http://Calathes Bramble)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On deck, and in the water<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None<br/><br/>It had been a blessedly quiet voyage so far.  It had not taken too much effort to avoid the attentions of the most rabid of the missionaries.  Calathes had been fishing when the tone of the ship changed.  Spending a few moments he made sure that all of his supplies and equipment, especially his bowstring and armor, were stored in waterproof bags in his backpack, and that his sword and dagger were firmly in their scabbards.  He napped as he could, and helped were untrained muscle would be useful, but mostly just stayed out of the sailors' way.<br/><br/>Smoke and cries woke him from a light nap.  Cursing under his breath he joined the brief bucket brigade on deck, and was eventually washed to sea.  With a bit of effort he manages to reach the surface.  Looking around he glimpses another person in the water swimming with a sense of purpose.  With no better ideas, he follows.