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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Emerald" data-source="post: 591066" data-attributes="member: 9699">Cattivo:  You find no evidence of a lock and come to the conclusion that something big and heavy has fallen across the hatch.Jarrad:  As you walk to the hole in the galley you are met with renewed blast of bone-chillingly cold air and driving rain.  You see a gray world.  The ship ran aground on a beach.  On this side of the beach, craggy rocks and cliffs rise 40 or 50 feet.  The cliff descends as it continues down the beach, until it's no more that a line of rocks a few feet high at the far end.  The sky is blackly overcast, but it is still daytime.  The wind is sharp and fierce, blowing rain droplets so hard that they feel like hailstones.And, out there on the beach, perhaps 30 feet from the galley, staggering up and down the beach, is Hafkris.  He has his longsword at his side; he's marching like a soldier on parade, singing grotesque sailor-songs, which you can hear whenever the wind shifts in your direction.</blockquote>