Theoderic had never liked traveling by sea, always preferring the company of and steady progress of a small pony. However since his last expedition had ended so disastrously, and the roads back to Alliria were so dangerous, he had opted for the relative safety of a trading galley. It was a sturdy and not too uncomfortable vessel, Captained by a hard man who introduced himself only as Captain Vane, and Theo had contented himself with a small, private room in the cargo hold, with a warm enough hammock and enough food to fill his previously grumbling belly. The Captain had not complained then Theo dropped a small purse of gold piece into his hand, at the request they make best speed from the damned shores near Eaglehead. He also dropped a small purse of silver pieces into the Captains hand so that he would ask no further questions than where he wished to sleep. Alas Theo had spent the next week green of face, dry retching into a bucket, hurled this way and that by the fierce storms that wracked the coast. He moans and complained to himself, but was at least thankful for being dry and warm, unlike the poor sailors that fought to keep the vessel under control during the gales. Still, it had not been for nought. Every now and again Theo would pat the bottom of the small satchel he carried, feeling the solid, spherical weight of the object within, the object which had already cost him so much, including his life. As long as it stayed with him, everything would be worth it. --- Theo did not know how or why it happened, only that one moment he was swaying this way and that in his hammock, a large fur over him to stave off the cold and damp. The next moment he was underwater, the icy fingers of the sea feeling their way through his clothes and onto his skin. He screamed, but all that came out was a muffled "Oolobobobloblbobo!" accompanied with a stream of bubbles. he kicked and thrashed, fighitng away the oppressive and heavy weight of the fur which now threatened to drown him, and finally broke the surface of the water only to witness the mast of the vessel he was only a moment ago sleeping aboard, sink beneath the waves, followed by the unmistakable silver and scaly body of a leviathan, as it followed its prey down into the depths. Theo could not see anything in the dark, except for the mountainous waves when lightning lashed the skies, but eventually his hands detected the slick but solid feeling of wood. He pulled himself towards it and found it to be a rather large plank, onto which he pulled his body. After that he promptly passed out. --- Theo awoke to the sound of waves and the feeling of wet sand on his face. He opened his eyes only to jam them back shut again as they stung of salt water and light. After a moment he groaned and pushed himself up onto his knees, rubbing the sand and salt from his eyes. He tried to open them again and beheld a vision of devastation. He had washed up on a beach which stretched out in both directions, and strewn along it were barrels, wood, sacks of waterlogged grain, and the occasional body. He groaned again, and tried to stand, only to collapse in a heap once again. He looked left and right, trying to make sense of his situation when suddenly panic gripped him and he desperately felt his person, moments later locating the small satchel under his clothes and the familiar weight stored within. He relaxed somewhat, and a moment later passed out again.