*it was dark rainy and cold on in the destroyed town of the halved frostmill
“cody was huddled up into a ball in his now called home the auction house.*”
augh this is so boring”cody exclaimed’ i have been on this island for atleast XXX months and nothing interesting has happened i have no way to leave at all god dangit
“he sat on the cold wooden floor contemplating whilst summoning a fridged shard of ice whilst holding it up to his head ready to plunge it into his forehead”
'i wonder…”he solomly whispered”
“no i cant do that, i still havent escaped this god forsaken hell yet and im not going to give up ”
“a boat horn can be heard in the distance’.
“what was that”cody said unsteadily”.
“as cody stepped out of the destroyed auction house he had dropped the ice shard he had held s o tightly in his hand.”
“what…is that a….A BOAT”cody had said in exitement breathing in the cold air”
“he hadn’t seen a boat in a long time so it was quite a sight for cody but something FISHY was lingering about on the boat””(get it a fish pun since-yk what nvm)
“as cody looked closer his eyes widened as if he had seen a horror…, the boat had what seemed to be a fully mutated stage 3 nightmarish atlantean ship”
“and the ship seemed to be heading straight for the halved frostmill”
“oh shit”cody said under his breath”…