Pinch... pinch... little flickers of pain slowly goad you back into awareness. You taste first the salt in your throat, and then feel the sun beating down on your back. Pinch! With sudden horror, you realise something is eating you alive! Propelled by the instinct to survive you scramble up the beach and collapse onto the dry sand. Lying there with your head spinning, you are unable to make sense of anything apart from the angry crash of surf protesting your survival.
You feel exhausted, but the sun slowly cooking your back makes you roll over, like a fish being flipped in a pan. That thought makes your stomach growl. The accumulated discomforts serve to drive back the fog in your mind and you sit up to ask an important question: Where the hell am I?