Thanox had never enjoyed the ride aboard the ship. It was too strange for him, back home he had never seen so much water in one place. At first he was happy to see the water, then he learned that it was undrinkable. After that he decided that he didn't trust the ocean, it was just as deadly as the desert, only he was not as familiar with it. Still, the crew assured him that they could handle any problems that came up and Thanox had believed them.

That is until the waves began to knock the ship around and sweep some of the crew and passengers out into the sea. He had wanted to help, but he knew nothing about ships or what to do in the middle of a storm. So instead he stood there, frozen in indecision as to what he should do. The storm made the decision for him when another large wave crashed onto the deck, taking him out to sea with several others.


Sometime later Thanox slowly opened his eyes. His body ached and he began to cough up that unpleasant water, but he was alive. He groaned as he pushed himself up from the wet sand, some of it still clinging to his body. He looked around, several people had already regained consciousness and were recovering. He recognized most of them, but he had only spoken to a few of them. The fellow hunters Gamie and Ugroth, the warrior Sevita, and the oni Masaru were all there. "Good," Thanox muttered to himslef. "All strong people. They will be needed."

It looked Masaru was headed towards the remains of the ship that had washed up on shore. Thanox slowly began to follow after him. His right leg was aching, but it wasn't anything to bad. He patted the sling on his back to make sure his boomerang was still there and was relieved to find. Things may not have gone according to plan, but they were still alive and he intended to make sure they stayed that way.