It's a brand new night, and you've just been hired/forced into joining Eridan Ampora's crew. Apparently the last one got eaten or something.

You're sailing to a battle, but the weather is looking rough. Waves crash as the wind picks up and eventually tips the ship on its side, sending the crew into the water.

You emerge and grab onto a loose board. You spit out water as you look at your captain emerging from the water, obviously unharmed and very annoyed at the abstract concept of storms. "Ugh. Start paddling, landdweller!" Eridan orders, waving a hand in the direction of a small island, not far from the shipwreck site. Of course he's not going to help, even though he can swim a million times better than you. You hope he doesn't leave you there to fend for yourself.