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From Create Your Own Story

You scramble up the rocky intertidal zone and onto the sand on the other side of where you were before. You spot a man struggling to sit up. The tide is lapping at his ankles and he seems to be injured and too weak to get away. You can tell from his tattered clothes that he was a sailor before he washed up here. You don't remember him so you can't tell if he was from your ship or not. You were a stowaway so it is highly unlikely he would remember you or know anything about you even if he was one of the sailors on your ship. As you get closer, you see the thick red stain seeping from the man's dark skin and soaking the tattered blue rags of what had once been the man's shirt.

Just as you reach him, he collapses, panting. His deep brown eyes find yours and something like recognition sparks behind them when he catches sight of the gold chain of the pocket watch in the pocket of your pants. He coughs and points a shaky hand toward your pocket.

"I recognize... that chain," he gasps. "I was asked... to deliver it to someone named... Sebastian, but I... couldn't find..." He is interrupted by an attack of harsh coughing. The water has risen up to his knees and you grab his arms and try to pull him farther up onto the beach. He cries out in pain until you stop and let his arms down to rest gently upon the sand.

"Julia... you have to find Julia... Tell her...I failed..." The man lets out another gut-wrenching groan. His pain-filled eyes find yours again, but they grow glassy and unfocused. Finally, they close forever and the man's breath escapes his lips like a forlorn sigh. You were too late to save him and you don't even know his name.

You watch the water slowly sweep up to the sailor's shoulders,lifting his body off the sand. You back away from the swelling tide and watch as it carries away the now lifeless body to its watery grave. Fingering the pocket watch in your pocket, you wonder who Sebastian and Julia are and if they are still alive.

You can't stand on the beach forever, though. You have to move on.

Do you:

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