Elenarra had woken up that morning to a mouthful of sand. As she attempted to open her eyes, she heard seagulls squawking above her. She quickly spit out the sand, crawling slowly towards the water lapping at her feet. She rinsed her mouth out with the briny water, then splashed some in her face quickly. Looking around, all she could see were broken bits of wood lying about her in the sand. The horizon was clear, the complete opposite of the previous evening.