As the survivors reoriented themselves to the unfamiliar locale, more continued to wash ashore. Several crew mates were beginning to awaken, coughing up seawater and cursing in sailor tongues. There was no sign of the captain however; only the quartermaster and a good ten or so members from the ship's crew, as they glanced about with troubled looks, ambling towards where the rest of the group had gathered.

The page Luca could be seen near a downed Lord Gaensburg, trying to shake him a wake. With a retch of seawater the nobleman jerked awake, blinking about with utter perplexity. Not far away, another nobleperson had also washed ashore, however there were no signs of life with this one. The unmoving body of Lady DeVespe was lying face down in the watery sand, her servants and bodyguards nowhere yet to be seen. It seemed not everyone had survived the shipwreck.

Meanwhile, the sound of a woman's worried calls sounded across the beach. It was the mother of the family of three, her hand tightly clutched to her daughter's as they scoured the beach. It seemed the husband was missing, as repeated calls of [i]"Hilbert!"[/i] went and continued to go unanswered. That did not deter the woman however, whose efforts only increased in both tenacity and anxiety. There was a good part of the group missing, and it seemed her husband was one of them, along with the captain, the first mate, about half the ship's crew, and a few other passengers.

The aged gentleman in the meantime looked to be well and good, brushing sand off his trousers in a sturdy fashion. He scanned around at the environment and then the other survivors, expression stern yet thoughtful as he joined in with the others wordlessly. Another one of the passengers - a younger fellow dressed in dark leathers - was looking about, groaning at his drenched attire, as he fetched his wide-brimmed hat from the sand, brushing off a large piece of kelp. All in all, it didn't seem like anybody's day for getting stranded on an unknown island.