Golde coughed and jerked awake. She could feel the waves splashing against her legs, the sand beneath her, and the seaweeds stuck in her hair. Her whole body was shivering and in pain. Even so, Golde fought through the pain and crawled inland until the waves couldn't reach her while trying not to scream in pain. 

After a few moments of catching her breath, Golde pushed herself to sit straight and leaned her back at a large rock for support. It was only at this moment that she studied her surroundings. It seemed that she ended up being in a deserted island. She didn't even need to stand to see an endless ocean before her with no signs of other islands in sight. 

Then she turned her attention at the beach. A few woods and splinters, maybe the remnants of the ship, along with a few clothes and other unrecognizable objects, possibly belongings of the other passengers that didn't survive. Golde looked at her left and let out a cry of relief when she saw her cloth bag beside her. She reached for it, wincing at the pain from moving suddenly, and opened it to see her belongings complete and wet. Her bag of herbs and berries were also there, also a bit wet but still in perfect state. 

Golde suddenly remembered the strangers among the ship, then the storm came bellowing like a gigantic monster. Everyone was shouting, panicking, crying for their dear lives as mountain-like waves continue to crash unto the ship. Golde remembered being submerged under water, her body tossed back and forth by the ocean. Thinking it was her last moment on earth, her thoughts automatically went to her family. 

She snapped back into reality when she heard other voices nearby. Golde turned and almost cried in joy to see there are others who survived the storm as she did. She tried to raise her hand but her body was still sore yet she managed a weak wave. [color=LightSalmon]"H-hey, over here!"[/color], Golde shouted.