After a brutal and unexpected storm in the night, you come to facedown in the sand. The early morning sun poking above the mountain island cascading its light on your face. As you gather your self and begin to look around at the beach you washed up on, bits of debris are littered sparsely along the shore. Your clothes are worse for wear, damp with seawater. Sand clings to everything. You feel a twinge of thirst and hunger. The weather appears to be clear, warm but not unbearable for now.