What happened, where am I? I should get my bearings, yeah defiently. Okay, first, smell and taste, salt, bit briney, the air holds a freshness to it muddled by the taste of salt and... sea! I must be by the ocean.
Three left, I can do this. What can I hear? The crashing of wave, beating against the sand in rythemic flow. But what else, what else, the sound of that sea breeze brushing through foliage, beating against the trees, so this place has nature, lots of it... distant calls of birds yeah. What is missing? The sounds of people, so not near a city, not near a town. What... joy.
Touch is next, and I feel... wet, damp. My boots filled with water, my sock drenched, my pants are soaked straight to the under garments, soaking my skin, my shirt damp... my coat and brimmed hat that keeps a lot of the heat off my face from the sun. Heat, must be day. Okay, progress. My hair is damp, my fingerless gloves aren't but... but all three are retaining the water inside, gotta shake the water out. What else, my right hand holds something smooth, comfortable and familiar to my touch, my cane made it through. And below my hands, something silky but course, smooth yet fluid... Sand, some pure and clean sand, my fingers pass through with a delightful sensation. A good beach,,probably unused. A good quality sand, shame.
Finally, with a small amount of effort I open my eyes, the light still makes me wince but I notice a blue clear sky, glancing around I notice the white beaches. I push myself to a standing, with a few pops and a groan, I stumble up to my feet, the cane helps me stay steady, as I look to the lush green forest, full to the brim of plants and nature. I am on a lush island. Out in no where.
Wait, whose that, in the foliage, there is a figure, hard to make out much, what are they hol- new feeling... pain? Sharp, painful... something is in my side, piercing through the skin and out the other side... it's drenched and leaking, and I can feel it moving up my throat. I hear the drumming of the heart, it's weakening, struggling, the sound of more fluid splashing...what do I taste, what do I smell... iron, hard heavy iron, and it comes out, it keeps coming out... I can't stop it... I think the ground hit me... I feel.... I sense...nothing... it's dark once more. Oh, Crude.