The more things change, the more they stay the same. Society advanced, technology got better, and I still hate boats and managed to find myself washed up on another deserted island in the middle of nowhere. The fail boat (see I called it that because it crashed, I am a master of jokes) had a problem in its mast, I won't go into what exactly was done because by the time the stupid thing crashed there wasn't much of the mast left to investigate, but needless to say it was intentional and Garrett was not such a nice person who only wanted to pay me off. He wanted to kill me off, or at the very least leave me stranded to die in some horrible abandoned island. Mission accomplished you asshole!
The island I wound up at was at least liveable, full of creatures, trees, caves, the whole bit. It was enough to make me wonder why people weren't living there until I ran into some native peoples. They didn't speak the usual language (of course not they weren't actually connected to anyone) and I didn't know the language they were using (mixture of squawks and I swear to the gods hitting wood instruments). They did have weapons though, lots of weapons, with pointy sharp ends. And since I didn't have any food or means of leaving the island I was captured pretty easily (combination of fruit and netting trap, which lead to so many question of what they were really hunting for).
Apparently they had evolved enough of a society to have a prison, because I was tossed into a cell with another person from another ship wreck (it was enough to wonder how many people got ship wrecked on that island, and what had happened to them). Shockingly the other ship wreck person was someone I knew, though he did not know me. And that's where I'll leave you wondering for my next entry!
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