Shipwrecked off the coast of Kirkwall

Isabela groaned.

Her ship and crew had been pursued by a qunari dreadnought after those damned horn-head's had found out that she had stolen their relic Tome of Koslun from a few Orlesian who were attempting to return it to them.

Now, after a pursuit that had lasted week's did the dreadnought manage to engage Isabela's ship 'The Sirens Call' and it had been attacked by the horn-head's but before either the qunari could continue with their **** a storm had struck and as a result both her ship and the qunari dreadnought had been shipwrecked in the Waking Sea just off the reef's of Kirkwall.

Needless to say, Isabela's entire crew had no doubt drowned though the pirate dearly hoped the qunari bastard's suffered the same fate as well. One thing was for sure was that she was pretty sure she hadn't drowned. The fact she could breath was a strong indicator of that, though she still felt like shit and was mostly **** and unaware of just where exactly she was though she could move her finger's. Barely.

The only comfort she had at the moment was the feeling of the sea lapping at her Antivan leather boot's and managing with great difficulty to be able to move her arm and grasped at the surface of what she was lying on and found the granules of sand to seep through her finger's. She was on a beach somewhere, if she had been shipwrecked just off Kirkwall then she seriously hoped it wasn't a long journey to the city in the state she was inl shit, that would be the easiest way to describe her current predicament.

The pirate tried with all her effort to get up and with great difficulty the tanned woman managed to get up on her hand's and knee's with her wobbly arm's almost giving out from under her but unfortunately she soon found herself falling into unconsciousness again.

She really hated those fucking qunari.