The young man slowly stirred, His ears ringing and hid head pounding. He groaned as he wiped sand from his cheek and looked about. He was on a beach, presumably washed up, but there was no sign of any debris. Did he always sleep here? It seemed unlikely, but he couldn't remember where he came from, or his own name, for that matter.<br/><br/>Curiosity winning out for now, he removed his t-shirt and fashioned it into a crude head wrap to protect himself from the sun and set off exploring further down the<span style="font-weight: bold">beach</span>.