I hear the sound of the gulls and the ocean, I feel the gentle rocking of the waves and the wood behind my head, I smell the salt of the ocean and the dried blood on my armour, I taste the salt of the sea and my blood on my lips. My muscles are tense and my senses are still on high alert, even on the Waking Sea I feel like Darkspawn will jump out of nowhere. My memories are still fresh in my mind tugging at my heart, unwillingly I drift off to sleep.

I'm thrown from my sitting position onto my side and I wake up with a start, the ship is rocking violently as the sound of thunder cracks above deck, the other people in the hold are clinging to their friends and loved ones in fear of the vicious storm. I start to get to my feet but I'm thrown back down by another violent thrash as a wave rams against the hull . The crew shout to each other above deck as they rush past the main hatch of the caravel type ship, the rain is pouring in and everyone huddles to the sides not wanting to get too wet, the water gathers on the floor in the ribs and spine of the small vessel. Staggering to my feet to get out of the puddling water, I stumble backwards caused by the rocking of the ship.

"Watch out!" A voice shouts above above deck. I hear creaking followed by a snap or rope and wood. I hear a heavy groan and look up through the grate to see one of the two large masts toppling towards me. I just manage to get myself behind a beam before it comes crashing through the grate, sending splinters and chunks of wood flying in all directions. I grip my left arm below the elbow as a slice of wood skewers my forearm and a splinter grazes my cheek. I fall to one knee struggling to breathe. It feels like my breath has been ripped from my lungs, I can't even scream in agony. I look around and notice some unfortunate souls got crushed by the beam and the metal grate landing on top of them, others injured by the debris that went flying. As my breath returns I grunt and hiss through gritted teeth and start to stand as the whole boat overturns. I land ribs first on a beam before water rushes into the cabin, pushing me to the back of the ship and pulling the vessel under. I force myself to swim using mostly my legs, holding my impaled arm close to my stomach and possible broken ribs. It's exceedingly difficult using just one arm and the ship is sinking fast but I manage to get out through a broken section of the hull. I don't know which way is up or down and I'm running out of breath, I continue swimming hoping I'm heading the right way. I break the surface fast and gasp for breath, bobbing back under once from the speed I had surfaced. I don't see anyone else around but there is a lot of floating debris, I find half an upturned dinghy and swim over to it I hold onto it but I keep slipping off. Then I notice a flat section of wood and swim to it. It's small, but big enough for half my body. I lie on it on my back, my legs still in the water, I rest my injured arm on my stomach and close my eyes to avoid the rain stinging them. I don't know how long I was like that for until I passed out from exhaustion.