Mas did hit the ship.
Or was it really Mas ?
It was the force of nature, a hurricane, the caravel caught up in mid.
Crew and captain shouted against the raging winds, but helpless in the end.
The Girl did send a small prayer to Ronagan.
It was the last clear thought before a gigantic wave chrushed the ship, caught up in a maelstrom, she desperatly hold a firm grasp on a half shattered barrel.
The ocean played with her, tossing her here and there and back.
Cacophonie of bursting wood, death cries, something hitting her head.
Far to young to die, her nails clawed into old wood, she got washed on a shore.
A lithe, and once lissom, body, broken, bloody, unconsious.
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Living on the edge
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