When I first opened my eyes on the sandy beach, I had no idea who I was.
It was strange, lying there, my body aching vaguely, remembering everything about the world except for myself. Those were palm trees! That was a rock right beside my head! That was the sea, with its waves coming uncomfortably close to engulfing me! But what was I?
I tried to ignore the throbbing pain in my head and remember something about myself. My name? Thankfully in reach. What happened right before I regained awareness? There was...a scream? A horrible, horrible scream, and the sound of shattering...those were the only memories I had left.
I laid there for quite some time with my eyes closed, just listening to the waves while trying to regain the energy to move. The sea breeze was pretty comfortable, besides the salty stinging it inflicted on my wounds, and the sound of the waves moving in and out was very calming. I could have just stayed there forever, if no one came around.
Of course, someone did. Looking back now, though, I'm very grateful that the ones who did discover me there on the shore were the ones that they were.