The cool waves crash against the beach, washing over your prone form. The last thing you remember was the ship you were on tossing and shaking in a violent storm, and falling into the icy black water.

You push yourself up and notice a forest in front of you. Just as you go to check your phone, you feel the cold sharpness of steel along the side of your neck.

Looking over, you see a woman perched in the tree next to you, holding a sword to your neck. Her body is covered with tattoos, and yellow eyes gleam from beneath silver hair. One horn sprouts from her temple, and one wing from her back. Her thick tail lists lazily from side to side.

Hello, male. She whispers. You are fortunate you washed up here. Men are forbidden to set foot on Themyscira, except to be hunted down.