Sinking

"Marauders! Shed your armour and get in the fucking water!" Grim bellowed.
He strutted along the shattered deck, shouting as the Marauders jumped overboard. "It has been an honour! A privelige to fight by your sides! Now swim!"
Grim unbuckled his own armour, dumping it to the deck, before leaping overboard himself. The sea was shockingly cold, the breath was forced from his body. He looked up to the rapidly breaking ship, to see the Chieftain still upright staring down at the floating Marauders.
"Thrakha! Get your arse down here!"

The Chieftain looked down, a faint smile playing across her lips. "Lok'Tar Ogar Marauders! See you on the other side!", and with that she leapt in to the ocean.

The waves were high, too high to swim in. Marauders were being slammed around like toys. Grim clutched onto some broken driftwood off the boat, blinking the saltwater from his eyes, desperately trying to take stock of the situation.
Where was everyone? How many were still alive? Where was the Chieftain? Where was Ruvani?
CRACK
Pain erupted across Grim's skull, his vision blurred and faintly he realised something had crashed into him before he fell unconscious.

"Stonepaw. Stonepaw. Stonepaw. Awake. The water will not claim you. You are ours."
The words rumbled, like rocks crashing against each other.
"You are ours. Drowning is not for you, not today."
Grim opened his eyes, staring up at the sky. Except the sky was full of eyes... Glowing eyes, staring right back down at him.
"Ours Stonepaw. Look, we have things to show you."
Grim blinked in confusion. A vision from the spirits? Now? The eyes staring down blurred and disappeared, and now he saw the sea, but from below as if he were at the bottom.
Orcs, goblins, blood elves, Forsaken, trolls and tauren floated above him.
"Your friends, Stonepaw."
"They are drowning. Dying. Why are you showing me this?"
"They are suffering. Few will survive the cruelties of the sea. You must understand. This is what we save you from."
A limp figure floated by, a female orc. Igra, or the Chieftain, or someone else, he could not tell.
"Can... can I help them?"
"Can the mountain help the sea? Can rocks conquer the ocean? Perhaps... But only for a price. Can you, will you pay the price Stonepaw?"

Grim awoke, with a splitting headache. He was lying face down on a beach. Rolling over he looked around, he was not alone. He could see Sakarah.
"C...Clan Mother....? D...Do you live?"
"Aye Grim. Just..."