I believe I've mentioned several times how easy it is for me to fall asleep? Like no matter the situation or the panic I can fall asleep like a pro (if there was a professional sleeping tournament I'd win). So it should come as no surprise in the afternoon son with water gently lapping against my boat that I drifted off to sleep. I mean sure other people might be concerned about Andre and Nidget, but I've already stated I'm a bad person and so I didn't feel anything except joy I wasn't dealing with like twenty five bandits (down from thirty two, you're welcome guys!) I don't know how long I slept, I do know when I woke up it was night time and I had landed on an island.
I did notice it appeared that I was no longer on the mainland, apparently I had fallen asleep, missed the port city the river was attached to, drifted into the ocean and hit an island. I tell you its almost like my life is a series of the worst decisions known to man that somehow keep me alive but unhappy. If I believed in some kind of retribution based on poor life choices this would serve as a great example (but I don't because thats total bullshit).
I did know that my stomach was hungry, I still had no paddle, and thus no viable way to get back to shore, and it was dark out. I figured I couldn't be that far from shore, but I couldn't really make out much because it was a moonless dark night. I could have brought some fire up, but not knowing where I'd landed that could either be a smart idea, or a dumb idea depending on the inhabitants, knowing my luck I believed dumb was the more likely possiblity. A fact that was confirmed not too long after a loud crash echoed from somewhere deeper in the island. Which confirmed there was something large deeper in, and I was going to find out what it was if I had any hope of leaving. So you know, a normal Lorentino situation.
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