So take my hand and drown with me

Washed up on the beach was a body. Water-logged, but alive if so barely. The storms the night before had destroyed his boat, sending the wreckage and himself to the nearest shore. When the storm broke to allow for a new day, the warmth of the southern fall kept the sky bright and clear. If it wasn't for the pieces of boat laying around on the beach, it wouldn't be immediately obvious something like that had happened. With the water filling his lungs, however, he finally burst back into the land of the living as the salty water freed itself from his lung with a few painful heaves. Disoriented and blinded from the bright, early afternoon sun, Kunai struggled to get his bearings as he looked around the strange beach. Where had he ended up?

"Speech."