The male arrived, van-ward the heap of searing metal rested, and perhaps he imagined it but an opaque figure flew from the crest of the flaming craft, heading towards the area where the ocean kissed the vast ivory shore of sand.

As he traveled past the ship, enveloped in blaze, a small explosion was expelled from what seemed like a thruster machine, the oily solution that substituted water was set ablaze by the stray embers carried by the violent mistral of gas emissions. Tazzingo continued to row towards the beach with the shard of glass, barely moving from the path of the ship, soon realizing that the dimensions of the makeshift paddle was beginning to penetrate his flesh. 

Suffocating fumes were blasted out of exhaust vents as he desperately tried to escape this harsh venture through the wreckage, his visage was violated, his nasal passage was invaded, his head was filled with ballistic hornets. "[b]Unngh..[/b]" his groans were the audible embodiment of his current state of despair.