Wheeling Gull Isle salt sting

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The smell of the sea stung his nose as he began to awaken. He was aware of being cold and wet. He was aware of an overall grimy feeling in his fur. He was aware of the emptiness in his belly, the jelly-like weakness in his limbs, the effort it took to draw breath. The salt sting caught in the back of his throat and he coughed, hacked, body jolting with each forceful expulsion of air. He finally caught his breath and sucked in lungfuls of cold, sharp air. Finally, when he felt ready, he opened his eyes. He was lying on his side, and immediately, the flash of the sun was too much to bare. He quickly squeezed his eyes shut again, but he was not comfortable continuing to lie here. The grittiness, he realized, was from the sand so embedded into his fur that it was irritating his skin. His throat was also raw, as if he had choked on and swallowed many mouthfuls of saltwater. He pushed himself up to his paws, which took far more effort that he would have liked, and kept his eyes trained on the ground to avoid the blinding sun. Where am I? How did I get here? He realized, with a thrill of terror, that he remembered nothing.