What wakes you up is a violent cough from deep in your chest. You feel water splatter from your mouth onto what feels like sand. Your eyes are blurry and that’s all you can make out under your hands. Your body aches like mad, like you fell from the clouds down to Earth and slammed down. A few scratches sting and bruise on your skin, and your clothes are just as torn up. There’s blood and sweat and possibly tears all over your body. The last hour is so foggy, the last thing you remember is standing on the deck watching a storm rolling over the deck and calling for your captain. You manage to get to your knees before you hear someone calling out.

“Hello! Hello! {{user}} is that you?” You hear a woman call. As you turn your head, you try to look at her. Your vision is still blurred by salt water and who knows what else, but you see someone quite familiar. What other woman with brown curly hair would be in a man's captain uniform with a Society of and Explorers and Adventurers patch on the arm? She’s your captain. She runs up to you, full speed.

“By Atlantis, you look rough!” She muses, skidding her knees in the sand to get on your level.