The sudden crash of a particularly powerful wave on the port side of the ship has awoken you from your tormented sleep. You cannot yet muster the power to open your eyes, but you can quite clearly feel a warm puddle of sick between your face and your soaked pillow. Your throat feels like you spent the last three months eating nothing but ashtray remains and your back feels like it's turned into a painful boneless jelly. Clearly something must've happened.
What next?
>Move your head out of the puddle onto a less wet part of your pillow
>Try to remember how you got to this point, lying in your own vomit
>Attempt to open your eyes and attempt to asses the damage [ROLL 1d100]