Conan groaned and automatically reached for his pounding head. His body ached but he was definitely still breathing which he supposed was a fair tradeoff. Alive and in pain beat dead at the bottom of the ocean any day in his humble opinion. His slowly brought himself to his feet and scanned the area around him with blurred eyes as the memories came back to him. That was right, he and the company were on a ship and judging by the fact that he was no longer on said ship, that didn't work out so well.

"Roland! Jeanne!" He called to his commanders, his vision finally cleared as the beach he was standing on finally came into view. No response from either Roland or Jeanne. He had to find them or any other survivors first. After that he figure out what to do next.. A gleam caught his eyes further away from him in the sand and grinned, trudging his way over to the source he found his sword buried amidst the sand. He started to yank the sword from the sand despite his muscle screaming at him not to. It didn't matter to him in the slightest though, the pain was at the back of his mind. Eventually the blade came free and he grinned wiping his sand from the blade. He wasn't sure if he would need to use it but he felt more comfortable having it with him. Now that he was armed again he set off looking for other survivors.