Zaofan wakes up on his small boat, lifting himself from the deck. He shakes the aches and drowsiness off from his head. The boat gently rocks in open waters, alone and isolated.
He checks his pulse and his body. Nothing wrong. He stands up and sees land straight ahead, where he thought he was going. He examines a water cooler -- everything seems good. The electronics on the boat seem fine. Zaofan pours himself a cup of water to help him feel better. Why does he feel like he's wasted time? Zaofan hates that feeling.
But the skies seem... darker. The world seems quieter. And Zaofan can't help but feel uneasy. He tries to sense any nearby ki, but he doesn't detect anything seemingly sentient.
Then his heart jumps. He runs to the aft of the small vessel, and he feels his heart drop to see nothing back there. "Nononononono NO! My supply of preserved fish! *sigh* They were so smokey..."
Zaofan checks his instruments and onboard computer. The readings are the same. Technically he was on the same course, as if he never left even this spot on the ocean. Quickly he turns the engines back on, stands at the help, throttling the engine forward as he grabs the wheel, setting course for the beach ahead.
When he reaches the beach, he drops anchor and flies to landmass. Flying up, he doesn't see anything resembling a harbor or pier, or even a beach town. Concerned, he points upwards to the sky and fires.
"RUBY TAIYOKEN!"
Zaofan lands on the beach and heads to the nearby trees. If anyone saw that flare, whether they be friend or foe, whatever's going on, Zaofan should at least be ready. He'd rather fight or get captured than be alone.