A dark night, full of storm. The sky and sea seemed to fall together - wind, hail and rain grinding the world of boats and sailors apart. You remember falling, first to the deck and then to the sea, for the waves to toss you like an eagle tosses a tortoise.

You have awoken on a beach - surrounded by shattered crates, barrels, corpses and so much driftwood. A buzzard perches on the face of a sailor you didn't know, tearing chunks from him, and eyes you, waiting to see if you'll join him.

You are desperately thirsty, clad in soaked rags and without a possession in the world. The beach rises into grassy dunes, and a dark forest waits beyond. It is dawn, and the sky is white-grey with clouds. You do not remember your name.

>What do you do?
>Search the wreckage, see if there are any survivors.
>You must have water. Head into the woods to find a stream.
>Something else?