A drenched body, covered in bloody scars from head to toe, lay on a beach, wearing nothing but a pair of ragged pants that barely covered its manhood.
"W-wait where am I? Who am I?"
Then in a sudden moment everything came back to Ralph. The last memory he had was of him getting struck by a unimaginably large thunderbolt on his Dad's Ship that was around halfway or so through it's journey, he had been hit right off the Ship and his last memory was of his body smashing against the water.
He tried to get up but his arms refused to move, in-fact he felt immense pain every time he tried to use any of his muscles. He was like a piece of hunk laying on the sand he was so useless, all he could do was think and look. He just hoped that this place was populated and that people came by the beach, at least often enough so that they were here before he died due to starvation and dehydration. That was his main concern right now, he just had to wait.
And he waited... and waited for what seemed like hours... And still nothing, no one had come. Then night came, it was unfortunately a extremely cold, and rainy night. He was pummelled by the rain drops, as they seeped into his wounds, he could only internally scream as this happened. Left completely useless by his weak muscles.
He somehow made it through the night and now it was morning, and still... Nothing. He was just lying there like a lump of fresh foods for any carnivorous animals who happened to happen upon him. The thought made him shiver inside.
And here he was still lying on the beach, he was no desperately starving and thirsty. He felt himself fading, and as he looked upon his life, of all the ways he could die. He would die a beggar's death. One of coldness, dehydration and starvation. One unexpected of the son of a Ship's captain. But yet again here he was.
As he felt himself fading from existence, he could here the sound of a group passing by talking in a completely foreign language, wearing bright colourful clothes that he had never seen before, that was when it struck him, he was on foreign land, he had no idea how advanced they were, what they would do to him. Yet he knew it was his only hope. With all his strength he started to crawl towards them. As if his life depended on it, and it literally did, he crawled and crawled along hoping to be saved faster.
Then just as he ran out of energy, he heard someone exclaim. Probably pointing out a fallen body covered in blood, probably dead.
He could hear the sound of rushed footsteps, probably running over towards him. With renewed vigour he hoped they would make it in time and rescue his own life.
When they arrived he could finally see what they looked like. There were 2 of them, and They had a much more brownish time of skin compared to his white skin. They had swords hilted to their waist as they kneeled down to observe him.
He heard them speaking in a foreign language as one of them pulled out some bandages out of nowhere. They proceeded to pour a unknown liquid all over his wounds, and heard his grunt confirming he was alive. They then cleaned out all the sand, and bandaged him up. He felt a deep stinging pain probably from the liquid. He finally relaxed as he saw them pick him up and fell into a sleep.
While Ralph fell into a deep sleep, the two men brought him back to the group where one could see a gorgeous women squint her eyes as she looked over to the men, and gave them a order in a completely foreign language. As soon as she stopped speaking the group turned around and headed back from whence they came...