||mist and smoke covers your vision whilst you and other soldiers run along the decking of the ship, guns rattle and planes soar overhead, the waves crash along the ship's side. The man in front of you is suddenly shot dead, his brains splatter across the wall and his eye hangs out by a thread of tendon, you turn to the left to see it, the largest ship you've ever laid eyes upon||

||"THERE, ON THE LEFT, TEN O'CLO-"||

||but it was too late, the guns fire and about a second later there is an impact and a sharp pain to your head before everything goes black, you wake up and unknown time later laying in the sand, your eyes open and you begin to cough and sputter as you regain your breath and take in the salty air..||