Pain shot across Kyle's right leg as he woke to the sight of the burning vessel a few hundred yards out. He looked down at the leg, and saw a jagged piece of metal sticking out. "Great... First the ship sinks, now I may have to amputate my leg" he said out loud. Kyle knew it was extremely unlikely that amputation would be necessary, he just has a tendency to pick the worst possible outcome. He managed to get his body into an upright position, then pulled his leg closer to himself in order to examine it. Blood soaked the leg, and the sand around it as he examined the wound. Kyle grabbed a hold of the piece and gently tugged on it. Extreme pain shot through his body, and he let out a shriek of pain. That was when he realized it. He would have to cut it out. He looked around, and saw nothing he could use as a knife. Then, he saw it. A person far out. Kyle's hopes began to rise, as he hollered in the direction he saw the person.