The sea was wild with rage, thrashing the longboat around without a care. Lightning peeled the sky and thunder blared in the darkness overhead. The heavenly rumbling reverberated in the ears of the heroes, beset by the storm. The foaming and frothing waters lay in every direction, dark and foreboding.
Then, the mast snapped like a twig. The boat lurched nauseatingly, threatening to cast its occupants into the depths of the ocean. The deck was slick with icy water and the heroes shivered uncontrollably as they held on for dear life. It was all they could do to not loose hope.
It mattered not. The sea was victorious--she always had her way. The boat was swallowed wholly and the heroes disappeared into blackness, still clutching broken planks of wood.
When they opened their eyes again, they were upon a black-sand beach. Staggering cliffs loomed up on either side of them and a great forest lay ahead. The waves still crashed ceaselessly, but the storm had long since past--leaving only smeared clouds in its wake. It was cold, and the gray sky eluded to more rain, urging the heroes to prepare.
As the heroes gathered their wits and looked about them, they could see no sign of the boat, aside from the wreckage that washed ashore with them. Their armor was still in tact, but some were missing weapons. With a deep breath, the heroes began searching through the wreckage and made plans to move from the beach.