Achitla

You watched land disappear through the clouds as the plane reached new heights, cruising along in the sky toward your destination. Whatever that was, it's all hazy now. All you remember was a smoky turbine, the screams, the crying... The terrible landing. You thought for sure you would die, as you watched the plane sink into the ocean while plummeting to your own demise wearing nothing but your travel clothes and a malfunctioning emergency parachute. Just your luck.

The ocean hit you like a moving truck as you impacted it, enveloping your body in cold saltwater as you sank lower, your lungs had no wind, you couldn't fight the ocean drifting you away as you slowly lost consciousness from the water now filling your respiratory system, your body involuntarily gasping for air and inviting more liquid inside. Everything went black, and for a peaceful moment you were free from all that ailed you, floating in the comfortable void just like in utero all those years ago

Your comfort was short lived, next thing you knew you awoke on hot sand, coughing and sputtering, your condition threatened to take you but in your own stubborn naivete you clung to a life in jeopardy. Dehydrated, injured, overheated, you knew soon you would be back in death's embrace. Until you heard the crunching of sand and a curious gasp, and blackness took you once more

It was like a blink of the eye, suddenly you felt much better, coddled inside of a hammock in the cool interior of... Somewhere. You opened your eyes, adjusting easily to the dim light of the hut, and looking upon your savior. It was a woman. Dark skin, petite build and almost stark naked save for a thin loincloth and flimsy cloth wrapped around her chest in a makeshift bandeau. She wore jewelry made of various trinkets, both natural and manmade, and stood by your side curiously as you awoke. She pointed to herself, uttering one simple word

"Achitla."

She then pointed to you, a look of expectation on her face