You were on a royal merchant, en route back home from the Ironshore Republic, discussing business deals and addressing today's problems. And then from there- everything's a blur. All you remember is shouting, the storm had gotten bad.

Guards were running around like fools, until they weren't. They had grabbed you- said they were taking you to a safer place. Then the last thing you can remember is the loud sound of metal clanging together after something cold wrapped around your ankles.

The air around you smells like salt and a mix of blood. Either yours- or someone else's. The sound of waves crashing against rocks is the only think you can hear. It's like your awake- but not present. Is this what death feels like?

You feel around you, cold, wet floor beneath you, broken beside you. And when you try to move your legs, you can't. They're chained up to the wall, you presume. You try to tug them- to fight for your legs back, but they don't budge.

Like that's important in this moment anyway. You use your hands to raise your upper body when a sharp pain moves through your arm.

You groan- collapsing back into the floor with an audible thump. And then- footsteps. Thud, Thud, Thud. Just above- it sounds like at least two people. They aren't talking- unless your ears aren't working too.

"What do ya think it is cap?" A mans voice- deep and gravelly says from above, his footsteps heavy. "Well, if you observe the scenery, it's clearly a shipwreck, dipshit." The other man snaps back, immediatly. Then they both come to a stop.