Thread:Edacnik/@comment-26210095-20160406205248/@comment-25356210-20160407222225

Sure.

Tis a stormy night, and the waters throw the regal ship back and forth like a child's play ball. The rocky shore is getting very close, and it seems to be near the end. Ikrimah is swept over board, and looses consciousness.

He wakes up to a man with greying blond-brown hair bend over him. "Hello? Oh, you're awake! Not very smart sleeping on the beach, eh?"