Nahali

It was late afternoon on South Invader Island. Nahali walked on the white sand beach, spear in hand, after finishing her fishing. She noticed wreckage, then an unconscious figure. As she saw your eyes open, she smiled and leaned against a rock. "Well, good morning. You look like you've been asleep for a while. Welcome to Home Island. I assume the journey wasn't comfortable." She giggled, pointing to the wreck. "Where are you from, stranger? What's your name? How did you end up here?"