Ugroth grumbled as he was rolled off of his bed and against the wall of his cabin by the ship's movement. He had been sleeping as peacefully as he could manage under the circumstance but the craft rocking all over the place was making him less comfortable than usual. Being on a ship was rather new to him which quickly earned some silent dislike from him over time as the voyage went on. His natural inclination was to spend most of his time on the upper deck in the fresh air because he found the cabin and other levels to be unpleasant even if they managed to accommodate his size acceptably. The ogre felt trapped down there as well as closer to the usually gentle rocking which he still found uncomfortable. It didn't take him long to realize he must really hate sailing if he was complaining to this extent, even if it was mostly internal.

As the ogre forced himself to get up so he could move for the door he lost his balance as another wave hit the ship causing him to stumble forward into the opposite wall with a loud thud. He was just thankful the ship seemed fairly sturdy for the most part so he took a slower pace to get himself to the door using the wall as support. He picked up his axe and strapped his bow/couple of arrows along his back in case they might be needed as with all of the racket he couldn't tell what was causing the ship to jerk as violently as it was. ~This is just what I needed on this trip...~ He thought as he managed to get the door open and slip himself out of it without smacking into the frame more than once. Finally as he got out into the hall he saw a couple of the other passengers seemingly equally or more disturbed by what was going on. He had also made a move for the stairs only to get hit among the first by the blast of water that rocketed down through the corridor. It didn't take much more than the heavy struggle after the initial battering to finally cause him to go unconscious as he had little energy to begin with.

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Ugroth started to wake up slowly feeling water rise to his waist then retreat back down before being overtaken by the need to vomit which he did. Once the retching stopped he realized just how much water he had swallowed and was thankful he had survived the ordeal. Now that he wasn't in urgent need of something he realized about half of him was still in the water but his top half was on sand which meant it was definitely land at least. The ogre forced his right arm and hand to relax some which had a death grip on his hunting axe, something he was quite grateful for it being a useful tool, though he wondered where his bow was as he slid it back into his belt. It took a second for him to get up and fully out of the water shaking or brushing off the salt and sand that had ended up on him also hearing a couple of call outs from a bit further up the beach which he would look to in a moment. He looked around as he stretched groaning a bit at how stiff his muscles felt at the moment and the groggy feeling he only just noticed.

Once he was up he mused to himself about getting hit by a stone tusk, a large almost mammoth like beast that hit extremely hard if it charged or swung its massive tusks at a predator though wouldn't pursue a kill if there was no more threat. For Ugroth it was prior experience having actually been knocked out by one and very much remembering the feeling as not all of his hunts had ended up successful. He looked around realizing he wasn't the only survivor which was pleasing though not everyone seemed to have recovered quite yet. The ogre calmly plodded his way over to check on the couple that were already awake not sure of the condition of his fellow colonists at the moment.

"Good to see some of us alive after that." Ugroth said his voice a slightly weak, rumbling bellow that was tinged with a little concern as he looked down at his smaller companions.