Washing up on shore is never good, especially when the weather is as unaccommodating as the open ocean is. The last thing you remember is hearing the alarm bells going, waking you from your sleep. You grabbed your cutlass and headed upstairs. It was hard to see with the heavy rain about. Hearing the men shouting curses and commands at each other. Then a loud deep moaning sound and suddenly the boat cracked in half sending you in the the air. One of the pulleys that was swinging loose collided with your head in mid air knocking you unconscious. Now you awake, half frozen on the ice shores of god knows where. No one else around. You must find food, shelter and warmth before the harsh conditions do you in.