Booze. The sea. Treasure. Women. These were all things that The First Mate had come to love, though not necessarily in that order. They were things he was constantly chasing, searching before, or traveling on. Earlier he had been in the company of all four, and what a grand celebration it had been. At least, he was fairly sure it had been grand, he didn't exactly remember the details, though he had woken up with two lasses on each arm in the large galley that he had procured earlier in the weak.

The unfortunate part had been not that he woke up, but how he had woken up. Wood creaking and groaning, the ship tossing and turning and the sharp pain of his face smacking the floor or... had it been the ceiling? He couldn't remember. What he did remember was the feeling of the warm water as the ship broke around him. He hadn't been sure exactly what happened, only that they had stopped moving.

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The First Mate had done his best to get topside, but a broken mast blocked his exit. Cursing like pirate, not a bloody sailor, he reached out his will to the water he stood knee deep in. With an effort of will he used the water to shatter the starboard side of the ship, light poured in and he let out a cry of pain. Hangovers were a bitch.

He dropped from the hole a moment later, landing in knee deep water. He belted on the weapons he had been carrying and stood standing there for a moment in nothing but his britches and a sword-belt, left hand covering his eyes as he gazed around, trying to make sense out of all of this confusion.

“Which one of ye bloody idiots ran'er aground!?” He screamed, stomping in the water for extra effect as he headed towards dry land so that he could properly assess the damage. “Which one of ye sank the... the...” He looked to the side of the ship where its name was clearly visible. Yet, he couldn't read it, though he knew the second half of the named started with a P. 

“Sunk... the P ship!?” Clearly it hadn't registered to The First Mate that much of his crew was likely dead, or were running off behind. That, or he simply didn't care to notice as he waved his arms about and continue to scream incoherent swear-words at any and everything.