You cough your guts out - hacking up salt water. You strain in agony, your eyes burning from the salt, and slam your fist into the beach. The gulls scream overhead, and the beating of the waves continues behind you. You do not know where you are, or why you are alive.

You fall into the cold sand, the last of the water out of your lungs, and pass back into the darkness beneath consciousness. Whispers drift at the edge of your awareness - sharp and cold, then hot and vivid. You awaken beneath the stars. Your lips burn with salt-dryness. Your eyes sting. Your muscles ache hard, as if you'd been straining for many days of hard work. You realise that you do not know who you are.

You see a light approaching from further down the beach, and have to restrain the bile of panic from rising in your throat.

>Run for the trees.
>Take stock of yourself and await the arrival
>Play dead in the sand
>Dive back into the surf - to the comfort of the sea