The first sensation was cold.

Abone-deep, unforgiving cold that clawed at his skin and numbed every nerve.

It seeped into him as if the very marrow of his bones had turned to ice.

His eyes fluttered open, dry and stinging against the salty air.

For a moment, all he could see was endless blue.

The sky above was a muted grey-blue, the ocean stretching endlessly around him, and he was lolling gently in a canoe that creaked faintly with every small wave.

His body was stiff, his limbs barely responsive.

The sharp sting of hypothermia clawed its way through him, making his teeth chatter violently even as his breath escaped...