Sandro had been in his cabin attending to the ship's logs when the shouts began ondeck. He wasn't overly interested- it didn't sound violent and in any case his first mate was more than capable of bashing heads or skewering livers should it come to that. It wasn't until he heard the words "Man overboard" echoing through the wood that he stirred from his chair.
He came up to a scene of sailors making every holy sign they knew and invoking the name of every god he'd ever heard of and several he was half-sure they'd made up on the spot. In the water below, bodies and wreckage floated by in a silent procession. Sandro's eye caught on a mess of dark hair and saffron gown laying across a scrap of what had been the ship. A girl, he guessed. Poor things, the lot of them. At his side the ship's healer offered a prayer to his Tyroshi gods. The Saverio favored their goddess of love and abundance but Sandro found himself praying her dark counterpart the lord of evening would be kind to the girl below.
"Enough," he called to the crew. "The dead have their destination but ours is still twelve days hence--" He stopped as the girl below moved. Her head raised and she looked up at the ship with living eyes. "ALLERO!" he yelled to his mate. "Survivor!"
Two of the strongest swimmers among the crew were swiftly dispatched over the side with ropes and a quick makeshift plank was lowered to haul the them all up.