Coughing up water Tzarvik opened his eyes as the sun burned as he opened his sand and salt covered eyes. Pushing himself to his feet he wipes his eyes with his hands. brushing the wet sand off his pants and picking up his pack he saw the others lying on the beach. His eyes catching the bright silver armor of the wounded person were the two other castaways gathered around. making his way through the sand as the hot sediment burned his bare feet.
"Oi! What in hell happened!"
The past days were a blur only remembering he and his crew previously raiding the ship carrying a boatload of porter and rum.He took a seat on the sand next to the wounded woman. looking over her armor impressed by the worksmanship of the piece.
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