Elias
Auww... my head..., Elias thought as he slowly returned to consciousness.

Opening dirt covered eyes, he found himself on a debris littered beach tightly clutching a travel bag . The clothes and cloak he had been wearing was now drenching wet and covered in bits of sand and seaweed. The boat... what happened? Last thing he could remember was sleeping in the crow's nest of the ship, some sort of violent motion, then falling into the ocean. Nothing more.

As he slowly rose from the sand, some distance away he could see a small group gathering. Most likely other survivors of the ship. After taking a few steps forward, however, he collapsed back to the ground. Seems he needed a moment to regain his strength before moving on...