Harsh sun beating down on him. What was he lying on? Sand? Was that sand?
Sound of moving water. Something was touching his legs. Waves? Why were there waves?
His eyes refused to open, but luckily his mouth had no objections. Gasping for air. Only he got a mouthful of sand when he did. His head was throbbing and his back itching, rough from salt and sand stuck to his clothes. Why couldn’t he get up? As he tried, the throbbing inside his skull intensified and he collapsed, falling back in