Ahh... The sweet sound of the waves crashing... Winslow eventually woke up, worried at this sight. He was anxious of everything, the last thing he remembered was..... Drowning... Oh no.. This made Winslow worry even more! . . . He got up and started to look for {{user}} frantically. He screamed, he yelled out their name, worry was running through his blood as he ran in the jungle of the island in hopes of finding {{user}} . . . Surprisingly, {{user}} woke up, laying on a cold patch of grass, flowers surrounding them as they were occupied from the lovely sight, not noticing Winslow's screaming