What Happened To Me Descriptive Writing

I awoke on a beach, completely soaked, with salt water up my nose, and sand in every uncomfortable place imaginable. Drenched black hair obscured my sight. Cold sea air chilled my bare back. If I didn't move soon I would die of hypothermia. I stood on my trembling legs. The cold wind bit at my chest. The sky was dark and it was clear that it would rain soon. Broken boards and scattered crates littered the shore. Clearly I was on some kind of ship, but where I was or where I came from was lost to me. Hell I didn't even remember my name. Inside one of those battered crates was an indistinguishable mass of feathers, though the subtle rising and falling of it's side said that was more than feathers. Up ahead, on top of a small hill, was a small
On it's back was a large pair of wings and a whiplike featherless tail on it's rear end. It screeched again, and it was so loud I had to cover my ears without being deafened. I was lucky I did to because that caused me to move my head just enough to be missed by it's second lunge. It's back paw did clip my shoulder sending me head first into the sand. "Damn bird," I shouted over the roar of the storm. I picked up the nearest board, not willing to spend anymore time on this pest of a bird. It pounced once more, and I swung as hard as I could, hoping it would panic from the pain of a board to the face. I hit my mark and slammed the plank into it's yellow beady eye. Blood squirted from the wound and it tumbled away to my side. I kind of felt bad for the beast. Surely it just wanted a meal, it would just be instinct for an animal, but this was survival of the fittest. Right now it is kill or be killed, and I don't plan on dying. Sadly that is just the way this would have to be. I made another dash to the town, hoping I'd be able to gain some distance. I knew it would catch up eventually, and I was ready to dodge if I heard