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(Iona)

Groaning, I crawled up the sand.

Wait, sand? What was I doing here? Wasn't I just... on a boat? Or something? I wasn't quite sure. It seemed like a distant memory, but from a quick look around me it seemed there was no other way for me to get here. There were large chunks of wood, and what looked like a wheel that was broken in half.

My head hurt so bad. I clutched at my temples, trying to remember something, anything! Of what had just happened to land me on this beach in the middle of nowhere.

Vaguely, I realized there had to have been someone with me... I couldn't remember their name, or what they looked like, but a fuzzy shape in the form of a person was taking place in my mind. I remembered talking to them...

It was all so strange. I layed back down and sighed. "Why am I here?" I wondered. Suddenly, I heard a screech.

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