[@Pyromaniacwolf] [@DocRock] [hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"With prize in tow, you for now relinquish the oddness of the scene and the crowding, concerning thoughts it has permeated your mind with. Batting them away like gulls after your prized catch, you heft the pale text under an arm protectively and begin down the beach, searching as far as your eyes may reveal to you in the hopes of further goods that had gone adrift. Not long after, much to your fortune, do you discover more debris lapping up upon the shore. Hurrying, the eagerness of perhaps more directly useful supplies at hand, you set down your book after ripping off your shirt and using it to cradle the text, and then dash off into the water."

"Wading up to the pits of your arms, feet narrowly floating by themselves, do you manage to grip the edge of the metal and begin guiding it with the aid of the sea. Like the ship it reasonably once belonged to, the large alloyed hunk of grayish metal comes to a rest at the shore with you beside it, walking in from the warm waters."