(The post kina leaves on a stump, i'll fix it later)
Chronius was in his cabin under the deck of The Adventurous Lad, too reclusive to bother with an on deck cabin. It was mostly filled with alchemy supplies, Herbs, Phials, and a Mortar and Pestle. He was just finished with double checking if he had enough to last him a few months of experimenting. When he checked if the already-made potions, (If very few), were still intact the boat started rocking. More than usual, a Phial fell out of its bag and on to the floor, shattering. The first thing that passed his head was 'Did the Goblins have too much ale?'. The second thing to cross his head was a wooden beam.
The wood whizzed past his head and broke a hole into his cabin, making a easy entrance for freezing water to come into. There was a heavy storm out, or he thought so from the repeating thunder. The boat then threw him on the wall, potentially knocking someone who wasn't a Tauren. But it still hurt. He managed to get up o his feet and grabbed a bag of herbs a bag of phials and the potions. He got halfway to the stairs when the boat tumbled him over, to the top of the stairs.
His vison went fuzzy for a moment, but he managed to open the door to the deck. He was right about the storm, but he was not concerned about that at the moment.
He got to the edge of the now Half-Ship and jumped over. He wasn't worried about drowning; his Pauldrons were made out of wood. And he was holding onto a wooden barrel. Something hit the water that could make milk into butter. Everything went black.
Chronius awoke in darkness. He opened his eyes only to get sand in them. He closed them as he got up. As he was rubbing his eyes he remembered what happened. "I survived a shipwreck?" He coughed twice. "Well, if I survived, Where am I?" He opened his eyes and saw that he was on a sandy beach with a few crabs about. Off in the distance there were a few clouds, but otherwise it was clear.
"I couldn't have been the only survivor, ther-" His body suddenly remembered the pain that it was in and he collapsed. He almost went unconscious again. Before he did, he recalled the potions. He tried to reach into his bag, but his right arm didn't respond. He grunted and tried his right arm. Painfully, he reached for one of the red potions. He grabbed the cork with his teeth, pulled it out, and then drank the contents. He then was able to stand up, but was still in pain. He looked down to see his normally grey fur red. "Ach, I better save those. I don't know what i'll find on this Island. Do I remember any of those healing spells?"
He coughed again and tried to cast a simple rejuvenation spell, but it failed. He sighed, "I guess I'm too exhausted when I need it." He looked up to see if it was going to rain, and saw some grey clouds. Not from it about to rain, but from smoke. "And when there's smoke, there's fire. I guess i'll have to start walking." He tried to stand up, and he barely succeeded. He stumbled up onto his hooves, the sand shifting under him. And then Chronius started his long walk filled with aches.