The beach was littered with fiberglass and debris from a boat wreck. The village people that live closest to that part of the beach, was walking looking for survivors. There was only one man that they had found alive so far. Either the rest of his crew and passengers drowned, or he was the only soul onboard. Either way, he was found unconscious on the beach.
The villagers brought him to my hut. As the niece of the chief, it was my place to help render aid to anyone that they found. This of course was a daily ritual. There was a group of villagers who looked for survivors daily. You see we live on a magical land. There are people who arrive here daily. Both up and down our beaches. This gentleman happened to come to shore on the beach closest to my village.
