The adventure

All of a sudden the ship jolted. The lights flickered before half of them died and the groan of strained metal shivered through the ship. Grimpak's usually steady voice rushed through a rapid announcement over the room's speakers:
"We will be crash-landing in a minute or two. Please brace for impact."
The speaker clicked off, leaving the tense words hanging. Quentin looked down at the dressing gown and sandals he typically wore around the ship and sighed. He rushed over to their empty rucksacks and scooped them up before rolling into his bunk with the valuable equipment.
The others acted similarly. Margreet used a chair to smash open the locked potions cabinet, in which Grimpak kept various remedies and concoctions that he claimed had properties that never showed in what he called 'dead space'. She grasped a handful and wrapped herself and the vials in her blankets. Salvador had been working at a separate desk with the tools Grimpak had generously provided. He swept them all into the leather satchel, grabbed the contraption he had been tinkering with and, casting an eye at the others, murmured in his soft voice
"I wonder what it is?"
He was barely heard above the ominous creaking of the ship. A second crash shook the place, smashing most of the glass vials in the potions cabinet. A few rolled to Quentin's bunk, and he scooped up what he could.
Shu Ting and Karen had been in the more bare room next door. They had blades in their hands and thick clothing on in case someone got carried away.
"Shouldn't we put the bunks away and fix the landing seats?" queried Karen, even as the two of them made their way to their own bunks. Quentin voiced the answer they all knew, shouting
"I don't think there's time."
Shu Ting chimed in at the same time
"Be my guest."
Karen paused to give her a glare and pressed the button that swung the bunk into the wall. Shu Ting had time to shout "Hey!" before she was swallowed in the padding of the wall-mounted bunk.

Quentin woke. There was a screaming in his ears, but distant. He dragged his head from the sand with a groan and looked around. The screaming still echoed... it sounded remarkably like Shu Ting. He spun his head around quickly to look for her and see if she were in trouble, but at the same time as the dizziness punished him for the abrupt movement he realised that she sounded more annoyed than hurt. He pulled himself up next to the metal of his bunk and the pile of rucksacks there and looked around. Their room had survived best of all the ship, which was scattered in smoking remnants on the beach and in the little inlet that lapped on the beach's sand.
Closest to him was Margreet, whose area of the room seemed hardly disturbed. He put a hand on her and she fluttered her eyes open and complained that he was interrupting her dream.
"You really need to get accustomed to being awake after eating." was his startled reply, a line with which they were both familiar.
"Come on, let's find Shu Ting"
He bent down to pick up a bar of metal and behind him Margreet did the same. They advanced to the pile of metal which muffled Shu Ting's periodic imprecations and grunts and started to lever a great sheet off the top. As the hunk of metal screeched over and onto the soft sand, two little legs appeared, sticking out of the middle of the pile. The rest of Shu Ting followed as she righted herself from the mess of mattress that she had been wedged into. She hauled out the two swords she'd been using before a cautious Karen started to emerge as well, right way up this time.
Salvador had also appeared and stepped forward to help them down. Shu Ting muttered not very quietly about stupid bunks as Margreet chuckled about the two cute legs they had seen. Her hair had jumped into place as if the crash had never occurred; she was the only one who didn't look like she'd just climbed out of a twisted heap of metal, but she was the only one who sounded like it. She gave Margreet a slap for chuckling at her.
"How would you like it?" she asked
"Being complimented on my cute legs?" Margreet pondered, "I'd like that."
Shu Ting snorted.
"Where did you spring from?" Quentin asked Salva.
"I was just over there," Salva replied, pointing towards the shore. "I had to put my tools away."
"Quite right!" exclaimed Quentin, "Tools should not be displayed to ladies." He replied without thinking, more to fill the time than for any real purpose.
"Oh God! Don't you ever stop?" Karen interjected.
Margreet piped up
"If your tools ever come out, I can find a place for them."
"Oh God..." Karen groaned.
"Urggh" Shu Ting agreed.