Turtle

After the chaos, after the terrible destruction and all the dying was over with, the turtle found himself in the darkness of the interstellar void.  He knew what to do if you found yourself dragged away on the tide.  He'd crossed oceans before, and this was an ocean, of a kind.  When you were lucky, you were washed ashore soon after, perhaps even close enough to make it home eventually.  If you weren't, well, there was always the chance of finding another beach on the far sid.

He held his head up, tucked his legs inside his shell, and waited.