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Prologue part 1
I wake up, alone, on an empty, desolate island. There is heavy thunder and wind, and I squint my eyes to try to make out what happened. Vague memories of being in the cold, icy sea are all I can remember. Coughing out seawater, I find the strength to stand up, focusing in front of me.
Realizing I’m hungry, I notice several fruits nearby. The area seems untouched by human life, and I decide to eat some food and rest for a while, hoping to recollect my thoughts. After scavenging around, I find a pool of freshwater and crack open some coconuts, falling asleep quickly.
I jolt awake to a loud rustling noise behind me. I freeze, expecting the worst. A dark-haired figure comes out, holding a small bow. I try to hide, but he quickly sees me, pointing the bow in my direction. I put my hands up, dropping my scavenged supplies, hoping for mercy.
His eyes open wide in shock, “Telmo?” he asks, “I’ve been looking for you!”
I have no idea who this man is, and how he knows my name. He asks me to follow him to a camp, and I decide to go, planning to run away later.
He says his name is Morden, and he was with me on a trip, hunting for sea monsters. The shark they were hunting crashed onto their ship, cracking the hull in two. I had fallen into the water, and Morden had swam off, thinking I was gone. He also mentioned another man, Tucker, who was commanding the ship. He was nowhere to be found while it was going down, leaving Morden alone to swim to a nearby island.
By the time he’s done explaining, the sun has set and the thunder has subsided a little. I stay at the camp for some time, while Morden cooks a small rabbit he had hunted before he found me. I sleep under a crude shelter, made only of a few pieces of wood.
I wake up early, and there’s no trace of Morden anywhere. Deciding to explore a bit, and fueled by last night’s dinner, I walk out to explore the island. He was probably out hunting again or looking for other people. My thin, ripped clothing doesn’t protect me well from the cold, so I go deeper into the woods, hoping to be shielded from the harsh winds.
I go around the camp, slowly walking in bigger and bigger circles so as not to get lost. The forest we are in is very dense, and this small island doesn’t seem to have much other vegetation or life. The only sound here aside from my footsteps is the gentle lapping of the water against the beach. I walk deeper into the trees, and notice that the ground here is uneven.
I look down and feel like someone has dug there. I grab a stick and start digging in the center. After a few minutes, I get down a few inches. A rotten smell makes its way out of the hole I made, and I stop digging. Disgusted, I cover it and make a mental note to return, heading back to the camp. I don’t want Morden to find me here alone.
Back at camp, Morden is back with a small bird and is cooking it over the campfire. Upon my arrival, he looks up and motions for me to sit. I head over, mouth watering at the sight of more cooked meat. Morden seems excited, and I ask why.
“I found some abandoned rowboats to the east. I could use them to get back to civilization.”
It’s strange that he’s only thinking about himself now. Earlier he was so glad to see me. While Morden is cooking, I decide to make a map with some of the paper he lent me. I go around to the beach, and true to his word, to the east I can see two rowboats there, in seemingly good condition.
I wonder how two perfectly good rowboats just conveniently appeared. I start walking along the island perimeter, taking in its beauty and mapping it along the way. After I’m done, I go back to the camp to eat. I will have to leave the island with him, but first I need to investigate the hole. It might tell me more about this place.
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