I've mentioned my hatred of ships several hundred times. I always end up on them, eventually I'll learn I dislike them and stop going on them, probably around that time a new type of ship will be invented and I'll find myself on that (Future edit in here, yes there is a new type of ship, yes I hate it, yes I spend more time on it than ever before). The ship was fairly small, only had about fifteen people on board for the trip and another five to manage the ship. Destination wasn't super important to me when we set out, neither was what they were seeking to do (this is something you'd think after multiple failed ship rides and horrible experiences I'd pay attention more, but clearly you haven't been reading this journal if you think I do any of that!).
I manged to buy my way onto the ride, because it wasn't just a public ship, no it was a specifically chartered expedition to an island renowned for its hunting. Yes I joined up with a bunch of rich jerks with huge rifles to go on a hunting trip. At the time it seemed better than my usual crap of war zones or whatever and the last time I was really in charge of my own life was when I myself hunted monsters. I figured the idiots would kill some big game, I'd perhaps get a new rug for my office and the world would just forget about me for a moment.
Oh how wrong I was. I mean sure it was a hunting trip, and we did arrive safely on the island, but turns out WE were the ones being hunted, and I'd have to tap a lot more into my monster hunting days than I ever thought I'd need to ever again. But thats just the tease I'll get into what happened next entry naturally.
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