Cold…..Wet… That was that flowed through Flynns’ mind. Cold, wet. The sensation would start around his ankle and in a rhythm work its way to his shoulders. He realized his eyes were closed, slowly he opened them. It hurt. Flynn at first could not see his surroundings; the light was just too bright. His head began to pound and throb. It took a couple of minutes but his vision restored itself. Flynn was lying on a beach, close enough to the water that every time the tide rushed in he would become half submerged in the water. He started to get up, it was painful every joint was screaming, his head was pounding, and he may have a sprained ankle. Hobbling his way up the beach he found refuge under a large palm tree’s shade, escaping the harsh sun.<br/>Flynn immediately took stock of his gear. His revolver was still in its holster, which sat on his right thigh, and his rifle was still secured to his pack. Flynn was grateful his weapon was still with him, and the fact that he still had his pack, for it contained valuable supplies he will need. Pulling the canteen free Flynn took a generous gulp of water, more so than he should have drank but he didn’t care, he was so thirsty. Flynn had no idea how long he had been floating there in the ocean before being washed up. The last thing he remember was lighting striking the main mast of his ship…that was right before the ship listed starboard and was torn apart by a rather large tidal wave. Flynn in a last attempt grabbed hold of a large piece of wooden debris. He was able to successfully tie himself to the piece of wood before being struck in the back of the head by something heavy, he lost consciences after that.<br/>Shaking himself from the horrid memory Flynn realized he was still wearing soaking wet clothes. He hated having wet boots, and his feet being wet. Flynn untied and removed his brown combat boots. He hung his wet socks up on a fallen log allowing them to dry in the sunlight. Flynn then removed the rest of his clothing, green trousers, green button up blouse and his cotton green undershirt; laid them on rocks to allow them to dry. Standing on the beach in his cotton underwear he let the warm breeze run over his chilled body. Allowing the warm sun to dry his sea withered body.