After quite a long trip at sea, my food and water supply was running low. My sanity most likely was too. I fell asleep with my hand in the water, which probably wasn't the best idea, but hey. I'm still alive to tell the tale with all my appendages intact. I woke with a start as I felt my hand brush something cold and hard. I snatched my hand from the water, fearing the worst. I sighed a breath of relief as I realized it was only a rock.
I saw a bunch nearby, forming some sort of enormous... circle? I looked ahead closer and realized at the center of the rocks was a circular waterfall, descending down into a cavern. Wait waterfall?! I thought as I realized that if I fell down there without some sort of parachute or something, I was as good as dead. Panicked and acting on instinct, I grabbed the backpack that contained my last scraps of food and almost empty canister. I scrambled awkwardly out of the boat and onto the biggest rock I could find. I watched in horror as my boat went crashing down. I heard the sickening crack of wood snapping and knew I was officially stranded. With only 3 days worth of food and water left. On a rock in the middle of the ocean. Yep. I am officially dead.
Shortly after giving into my unavoidable demise, I heard something similar to a roar. But it was nothing like I ever heard before. I thought nothing more of it, until a few minutes later. There it was again. Only this time louder and more clear. I started to freak out a bit. Its ok. Its ok. I'm ok. Then it was so loud it hurt my ears. NEVER MIND I'M DEAD! Something flew up out of the cavern. Something with silver scales and an enormous wingspan.