王海舔了舔干裂的嘴唇，嗓子眼火辣辣地疼得像是要冒烟。他挣扎着爬起来，双腿一软，差点又栽倒在地。好歹是个渔村出来的，不怕苦不怕累，硬是咬着牙站直了身子。“水……得找水……”他喃喃自语，眼睛警惕地扫视着四周。

阳光毒辣得像个刁蛮的大妈，炙烤着这片陌生的沙滩。咸腥的海风吹过，带着一股血腥味，让他皱起眉头。昨晚的记忆像是不堪的梦魇，一遍遍在他脑海里回放。几个穿着怪异、手持武器的家伙，还有几个花花绿绿、非人非鬼的生物，将他围在中间，拳打脚踢。

“你这个不知好歹的蠢货！居然敢得罪我们海军！”一个沙哑的声音响起，带着毫不掩饰的杀意。

王海心中一凛，握紧了拳头，足尖在沙地上用力一蹬，猛地冲了出去。他知道，就这么被围在这里，只有死路一条。

“往哪里跑！”几名海军士兵撕着嗓子喊道，挥舞着武器追了上来。

王海 dodged left, dodged right, like a panicked fish in a net. He knew these guys were strong, much stronger than any fisherman he had ever met. But he had to survive. He had to find water, and then figure out what the hell was going on.

A lucky shot from a distance sent one of the soldiers stumbling backward. The rest hesitated, unsure whether to continue the chase or regroup. Seizing the opportunity,王海 burst into a sprint, his lungs burning like crazy.

He didn't know how far he had run before he collapsed, exhausted and sweaty, behind a rocky outcrop. He panted heavily, his vision blurring as he leaned against the rock face for support.