Thædryd pulls his head out of the sand after landing spectacularly. With a quick look to his sides, he quickly surveys his environment, a beach.(thanks captain obvious) He stands himself and stretches, noticing the cleaver halfway submerged in the sand just a few feet from him, he reaches down and pulls it from the sand. Examining it closely, taking note of the curved back-end before turning his attention elsewhere.
He pulls the rope from the sand and coils it before setting it over his shoulder, meanwhile he chooses to take the wineskin in his left hand, as water will be more important right now.
Once equipped with what he can carry, he takes a moment to determine direction via positioning of the sun. Once figured out, he makes due west along the beach with intention to find a river for fresh water.