The ship wrecked barbarian lays peaceably on his back; feeling the warmth radiating from a fire that his senses are warning him is close by. His body tells him to wake; he is no longer in a familiar setting and his mind is preparing for what it might see when he does. Meanwhile these simple fishers had bandaged his wounds and draped him in dry clothing. News of travelers usually travels fast in the place he has washed up in but bent on curiosity and caution behind their shipwrecked survivor, the villagers have kept it their own little secret. Is there more to this man; is he a man of peace that wished to trade goods for an honest living or is he a murderous raider bent of acts of barbarianism? They hope to find out.
My vision is continuing on to this: a man without visual purpose doesn’t mean he hasn’t a hidden agenda. That he does but how will he go about it I’m not sure. This is just me brain storming a plot while playing the story like a movie scene by scene as it unfolds in my head (giving out a taste). Wouldn’t you like to know how it develops more? I would, so let my mind wonder as it must.