The last thing they remembered was falling into the depths of the Habon Sea during what looked to be the most violent storm in history. The tempest roared around them on the pirate vessel as it was rocked back and forth on the violent waves and the revolt of the slaves and hostages did not help to lessen the chaos. Blood, screams and pain surrounded them as they were in the storm, weak from the enchanted chains that prevented them to even fight back and instead just saunter around like a bunch of fools. Grasping at whatever they could grab, weapon or just something to keep them steady a bolt of bright lavender lightning struck the ship, causing the sails to catch fire despite the rain and hit the chains that connected them all to each other. A flash of unbearable pain washed over them like the rain that fell from the skies and darkness was starting to consume their vision before a massive wave hit the ship and sent them all hurling down to sink beneath the waves and possibly to their deaths. And then there was a loud "BAAAAAAAAAAAH" of a small goat. Therus Geth was arguably the first one to wake up but only because the young goat not only bahed right into his ear but also rammed it's head right into his nose hard enough to cause him to bleed. "SON OF A GOBRAT!!!" The half-elf exclaimed loudly, sitting up and held his nose, his vision blurry at first, at first just a single color before it became clearer and he was met with the small blunt horns of the young goat right under the chin hard enough for him to bite his tongue rather hard. He let the force just take him down so he was laying down on the sand and looking up at what seemed to be a cavern ceiling but he could hear the sound of the ocean waves. The young goat bah-ed loudly again but was up against a wall, it's black fur with a patch of white on it's flank dirty with mud. He sat up again and looked around again, noticing the people that were chained with him but they were a bit spread out, the chains broken. He looked at his wrists and noticed that the cuffs themselves were in the same condition as before but the enchantment was gone. The strange part was though, that four links from the cuffs the chains were rusted through and with a firm yank and pull they were relatively easily broken. He stood up, almost slipping on the piece of sail he had grabbed onto to try and not to get swallowed by the depths of the Habon sea. The sail was somewhat damp but could probably be easily dried. He looked around again and saw that they were in a inlet cave with a small beach inside of it. They were far enough inside to be out of reach from the waves, especially the boorean. He had heard that the strange species weren't too fond of salt water. The cave seemed to be closed off but looking back Geth could see that there was a passage with a sharp turn as to appear to be a wall from his original angle. "Is...Is everyone alright" He asked, pressing his forearm to his bleeding nose caused by the blasted goat, bending down to reach for the sail he had grabbed.