The huge anthropomorphic snake had washed ashore. He was nearly unconscious, beaten and battered by the unforgiving sea. The last thing he saw was the ship he commandeered flipping over upon the cold sea, giant waves taking it under. He had no idea if any of the rest of the crew of the crabbing ship had survived, and it was unlikely. Being as huge as he was, Adrian had been able to survive what few other could not before, but this time... this time was different. He was lost upon the hand of Poseidon, and he had no idea whatsoever what had become of himself, or would would become of him, being stranded upon this strange island in the middle of the vast, empty ocean. His black scales were sleek, wet from the salt water, his bright green eyes nearly closed from tired lids. His thick, black clothes made for cold weather were drenched, and his long tail moved weakly upon the sand.He moved his tongue from his mouth, trying to smell what was around him, but he could just barely even do that... but he did. It seemed that there were others on this island but...but.....blackness. He was unconscious.