Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

As the man slowly came back to reality, his mind faced a series of trials. The voice that permeated his mental fog - rivaled only by the mist thrusting it's way towards the coast - was not one he recognized at first. He heard it. The words made sense. Yet there was a disconnect, and the wayward traveller filled in the blanks as best he could. This resulted in a strange momentary dream-like event.

The voice manifested, and in his mind's eye, the man saw a figure looming over his prone body —it wasn't a woman. In fact, it was a genderless creature with many heads; each spoke differently, with words he understood but found absolutely wrong and alienating— while the girl busied herself with tearing the weedy shackles off of his soggy limbs and torso, the man began to roll, to kick, and protest through the nightmare with kicks and grunts of defiance. Whether he (inadvertently) wounded his ally, he wouldn't know until his mind was restored.