The pounding sun, boiling away all the water I have left in my body. If only I could get to land, if only. I must push on, I must stay away from that group, AVALANCHE. I must keep on, I must continue. I try to open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.
Please, wind, bring me to a paradise where all have powers, and all are shielded from AVALANCHE.
Then, I passed out, but not before I felt the breeze pick up considerably.
Within mere hours my boat washed up onto shore. And it caught the eye of the inhabitants.