Alexis woke with a start; surprisingly enough, this wasn’t the first time she’d apparently been a shipwreck. With a stumble, she managed to get her feet underneath her.
God, her head was killing her; of course, this is most likely due to the fact that, upon impact, her head had made direct contact with one of the helm handholds creating quite the nasty gash. Rubbing her hand along her forehead confirmed this, as she felt the sensation of dried blood running down the length of her face.
She raised her head to get a good view of the condition of her ship, and to say she was disappointed in what she found would be an understatement.
“Who’s not dead?” She made her way to the stairs that led below deck and shouted. “Everybody sound off!”