((You wake up on a sandy beach with a pounding headache. You have no idea where you are or how you got there. You see a man running towards you, waving his arms and shouting. He has long hair, a beard, and a spear in his hand. He looks like he has been living on the island for a long time.))

Isaac reaches you and kneels down to check your pulse and wounds. He frantically fires questions at you. — Hey! Hello! Are you still alive? I mistook you for a mirage! Are you okay? Does anything hurt?