OOC: Sorry for my hiatus, was just too caught up with the Fantasy Draft!
Try as they might, they were not able to overcome the great force that is mother nature. Not even The Angel Steve's magic infused sails were able to keep the ship upright enough to prevent the inevitable. Capsizing. With a great howl, the wind rocked the ship back and forth, and wave after wave crashed into the side of the ship. Eventually, the ship was overtaken by the sea, flipping head over tails, it's contents spilling out in to the ocean.
Slowly, the storm passed, and the passengers of the ship managed to hold on to whatever they could for dear life, floating through the seas in a semi conscious state. Those who could swim, were able to assist the others, those who were less than adequate at swimming, floated.
Time passed, nights turned to day, and eventually they found themselves washed up on the shores of some sort of island. White, sparkling sand surrounded by tall Palm trees that poked the heavens. This island appeared to be uninhabited, showing no signs of previous life.