Two men called Rami and Alig were walking along a narrow beach. Rami had long unkempt blond hair, and Alig was bald. Neither was particularly tall. They were wearing sandals, trousers made out of animal hide, and had scarves that wrapped around their necks with long, broad tassels attached along the length of the scarf to conceal their bodies. They had been fishing and were hauling baskets full of fish. Along with some long pointed spears made of pieces of driftwood bound together with twine.
The warm golden sand became small sand dunes covered in lush vegetation further away from the sea. Beyond the dunes was a huge mountain that completely filled the sky.Further down the beach in the direction they were walking was a large brown object."What's that up ahead?" Alig asked.
"Looks like it could be some driftwood! We'll be eating well tonight!" said Rami as he took off running towards it. "It's a person!" Rami shouted. "Who do you think it is?" The younger Rami asked the elder Alig. The man was covered in blood that had dried and become a dark brown colour.
Alig picked up his pace. "Did anyone go missing recently?" he asked Rami.
"I don't think so. I don't recognise him."
Alig and Rami peered over the man trying to get a better look at his face. The man had short black hair.
"I've never seen anybody wash up on the shore before." said Rami.
"Me neither. He looks sore." Said Alig. The man's skin was bright red and sun peeled. His clothes were in tatters and his shirt was soaked in fresh blood.
"HEY!" Rami shouted at him. "WAKE UP!"
"Are you sure he's alive?" asked Alig.
"Not at all." Said Rami.
Alig reached down, wincing as his knees bent, and checked the man’s pulse at his neck.
"He's alive." he said.
"Will we have to look after him or something?" Rami asked.
"Of course, we can't just leave him to die, can we?" said Alig.
"We could just go back to the village and say we think we saw some driftwood down on the beach. Then somebody would come down and find him for sure. He wouldn't die, and we wouldn't have to look after him either. It's a win-win." said Rami.
"Not for whoever else will come down here. Anyway, why would anyone believe that we didn't take some driftwood that we found? We aren't insane are we?" said Alig.
"So my plan wouldn't work?"
"I think there's a good chance it would fail. Why are you trying to come up with a scheme to get out of looking after him anyway?"
"Mum always told me that I shouldn't do anything that's too much work. And this looks like it will be too much work."
"I didn’t think I raised you to be like your mother."
"That's harsh Dad. I'm not that bad."
"I know you're not. Go and run back, I'll stay here in case he wakes up. Get some people to come out and help us get him back to the village."
“Do I have to?” asked Rami.
“How can you be so lazy! If you don’t he might die. Go!” Alig shouted, he had gotten red in the face. Rami dropped his head.
“Are you mad at me?” asked Rami.
“Yes! Now get going already, and make sure to take the fish with you, we can’t have them going bad out here in the sun.” said Alig.
“Fine.” said Rami. He took Alig’s basket of fish, he held the two baskets under his arms and set off clumsily running at a light jog.
“Send the doctor ahead." said Alig as Rami started to run back to the village.