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You wake up. You have washed up on a beach. [[Look around. Where are you?]] [[Check yourself over. Are you injured?]]

You sit up. Your eye has never been good. [[I have my glasses.]] [[I left my glasses at home.]]

You breathe in, through your nose; out through your ventrils. Your lungs burn a bit, from seawater, but there appears to be no lasting damage. All twelve fingers still intact. Nothing broken, but you are plenty sore. You are covered with barnacles, which cling to the skin of your knuckles and jaw, the shoulders and scales of your coat. [[Look around. Where are you?]] [[Try to stand]]

You find your glasses in the sand beside you, and put them on. Your eye takes a moment to adjust. It is morning. The beach is empty. It has been storming. [[You look around. You are alone in the wilderness.]] [[You turn your ears toward the sounds of people. You are near a coastal town.]]

You are farsighted. You blink, brushing the sand from your eye. It is difficult for you to make sense of your surroundings. You do not seem to be in any danger, though. You exhale, relieved. [[Check yourself over. Are you injured?]] [[Try to stand]]

You make your way to your feet, somewhat unsteady. [[Do I have everything?]] [[You turn your ears toward the sounds of people. You are near a coastal town.]] [[You look around. You are alone in the wilderness.]]

Good to be close enough to a settlement to get your bearings. That makes things easier. [[Do I have everything?]] [[Let's get moving. Head toward town.]]

Let's see... Carpet bag, fine. Damp, but that shouldn't affect your belongings. Coat, fine. Didn't lose any scales, it seems, though the grit of the sand in the sleeves sets your teeth on edge. Your shirt is intact, your canvas cargo pants don't seem to have any holes, so your legs aren't exposed. Your boots are soggy but you have them. That will be very unpleasant to walk off. Your iron ring is there, on your third finger, free of barnacles. Didn't seem to lose any piercings - you count them, all 22 present and accounted for. Your eyepatch is fitted snugly over the left half of your face, and your prosthetic sits safely in your socket, undisturbed, and no warmer than the surrounding flesh, for now. [[You turn your ears toward the sounds of people. You are near a coastal town.]] [[You look around. You are alone in the wilderness.]]

You take a deep breath to steel yourself, and begin making your way forward.

That's unfortunate. Still, you've survived worse. Perhaps you can find a settlement somewhere nearby. [[Do I have everything?]] [[You're wasting daylight. Head into the wilderness.]]

Finally. Maybe you can get your bearings, or something to eat. Stars, you're hungry. [[Let's get moving. Head toward town.]]

Better to get out of the open now and find shelter. This is going to suck.