My ship was completely destroyed (I say my ship even though I stole it from the Followers and I'd had it for all of a day before I crashed it), the sail flapped harmlessly in the wind from where it had collided with the island, in a way it was like me waving the white flag saying "No more, I can take no more of this bullshit." Still my head hurting, I managed to hobble out of the wreck up the sandy beach and into the jungle. Because previous experience has always told me the best way to deal with a new place is to hobble walk your way right into danger.
You know how these things go though. I mean the trees were nice and green, I could see a couple streams that looked to have clear water, and I didn't hear any vicious animals. I mean what could possibly go wrong here (other than you know literally everything that has ever happened to me ever all the damn time why do I keep asking these questions?). I noticed there were signs of people having been in the jungle. Plants had been disturbed, trails were apparent, and I could make out both boot and foot prints.
This was indication one that things were not all good on this island. Because I either landed on the opposite part of where a dock was (a possibility considering how I had arrived there hap hazardly) or for some reason people arrived here, but do not establish colonies or trading or whatever. This is never a good sign, because in this world we are currently populating freaking everywhere! So to find a place that looked liveable yet had no one actually living there in an obvious way? Yeah bad things. I readied my sword (did I mention I got my sword back? Yeah I got my sword back, bam mentioned) and continued on right into a net trap that sent me launching into the air. But I'm a fire user I burned the net collided with the ground and found myself surrounded by feral shorties with sharp knives (to call their knives swords would be an insult to the word sword).
"Hello!" I tried to be jovial in the face of potentially lethal shorty bastards, but you know I don't think they were really listening to me (their not welcoming me stance told me of that). I'd have been more worried, but they were shorties, I mean come on! All the same they seemed to indicate they wanted me to go with them (by stabbing and gesturing like rude little assholes) and not wanting to start my island vacation off with murdering the inhabitants (I usually wait to do that till after they have somehow wronged me, or upset me, or just generally pissed me off, look I don't wait that long). And of course thats exactly what happened.
Its like I always say, give shorties an inch and they'll still be shorter than you. BOOM IN YOUR FACE YOU MIDGET BASTARDS!
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