The waves lap gently at the shores, and it takes a moment for anyone to notice the mass being dragged ashore by the tide, children run to their mothers for fear it might be a sea creature, but it is simply you, the villagers watch in an almost reverent silence as you are washed ashore, dressed in clothes they'd never seen, warpaint but no weapon to speak of. Nobody approached you until you coughed up some sea water before collapsing on the smooth pebbled shore.