The churning waters were not making things easier. Laelette was starting to realize she hated sailing. All other circumstances be damned, she was prone to sea sickness. She struggled to keep herself stable as she progressed forward. She heard the battle cries and the clanging of weaponry from the other passengers and crew as they battled the pirates.

Laelette scanned her immediate area. She needed to get off the ship somehow and away to safety, but that was easier said than done. As she wandered, the damage to the ship was causing things to crumble in the wake of the attack. The ship was going down whether she liked it or not.

Laelette heard a crack and felt herself fall before she sprang herself upward as planks below her crumbled and fell below to the depths of the ship and the ensuing fire. She pulled herself up and stood, now being more cautious in her step. No one was paying her much mind, which she considered a blessing as she didn't really want to engage in another fight since the last time she did her surroundings caught on fire and nearly trapped her in.

Laelette stepped forward as the planks below her started to crack more. She took a step back, glancing around. She had precious little room remaining on either side of the ship. 

Laelette heard something break and scanned to see the main mast of the ship buckle and start to fall. As it did so it fell across the pirate ship's sloop. Laelette thought for a minute that maybe that was her way off, but reasoned against herself. Then she reasoned against that. She needed to make a move.

She stepped forward, but the ship rocked, and she stumbled, trying to grasp onto something to hold herself up, but slipping and hitting her head on the floor. She would have a huge headache later. She felt dazed, too much going on. 

This wasn't how her journey was supposed to end.