Alone in the dark on a strange island with large beasts is no way to explore, its why I decided to wait out the night on my boat (it was my boat now, I stole it fair and square). The morning brought the sunlight and I could see the full extent of the Island. It was pretty lush (we were south, so it made sense to an extent), there was a lot of heavy green foilage trees and vines and bushes. Which made it hard to see deep in, but implied that most likely people didn't live there (I say most likely because you never truely know).
I could make out tracks in the sand indicating that animals at least came to the beach either to drink or hunt or I have no idea. They appeared to be catlike in their claw imprints (look I'm not an amazing tracker but I can read some tracks ok!) judging from the size of the foot I had to be cautious in the overgrown area or I'd figure out how good of a predator they were. The beach was fairly large which was another point of fear for me. An island this size with this kind of plant life SHOULD have had people on it. People don't normally just not inhabit an island with sustainability especially not in this age. So obviously something was here that made this place not good for anyone to live and that would make it hard for me to get what I needed (a paddle and a sense of direction).
I could see in the morning that I was far out to see, no banks in sight. Which raised several questions about how long I'd been asleep and how fast that current was. Still I was content to explore inside despite the loud crash I'd heard the night before, because I'm an idiot and idiots do idiotic things. So I set out from my nice safe boat with my revolver in hand and crept into the forest of the Isle of no one (Do you like that name? Its not the real one, the real name I'll tell you later because it'll spoil the surprise).
I was just far enough away from the beach that I was almost losing sight of my boat when I felt something fasten around my ankle. It wasn't necessarily a rope, but it was definately strong and lifted me off the ground faster than I could even react. It was so quick I lost hold of my revolver and my sword fell out of its scabbard hitting the ground with a thunk. I wasn't just above the ground by a little bit either, it appeared I was twenty feet above the ground swinging in the breeze by what appeared to be a vine, so even if I burned the vine the drop would be less than pleasant.
"Well shit." And so my first day of exploring went badly, as anyone could expect.
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