05-22-2017, 10:40 PM
A yawn erupted from my lips as I finished. Finished what, you say? Well, I’d ripped apart a scratchy-feeling gray blanket and put it over my wounds, not that it exactly mattered, but my wounds needed treating. I wasn’t able to find any ointment to put on them, but at least the replacement gauss made sure that no sand or dirt would infiltrate the wound and cause infection. When I was finished wrapping myself, I almost didn’t have any energy to eat, but my stomach persisted and ached enough that I knew it would be a long night without at least some food in my stomach.
I started with the fruit, by the fire I’d lit with my craftiness and well, the dry brush and resources of the beach, I was able to see the hands in front of my face and using my newly acquired knife, cut the fruit at first in half, then in quarter-slices, best for eating and well, cramming the most food possible down my throat in the least amount of time. Almost all of them were unfamiliar, but the smells were sugary, succulent, and flavorful and everything smelled edible. I went with the giant spiked fruit which had a spiked green headdress growing out of it. It was unique looking, and the flesh of the fruit was bright yellow, shining with moisture in heat of the golden flames.
As my teeth sunk in, the sweetness filled my tongue and was probably the most delicious fruit I’d ever tasted. Succulent, a tad of tang, and so very saccharine without the aftertaste. It was glorious and I felt my entire body thank me. I’d finished the entire thing, which was quite a feat as it was about the size of my head, before I decided not to gorge myself on food, but to start slowly, as my body could reject it if I ate all the food before me as though it were a buffet. Belly full and wounds tended, I collapsed into my blanket placed on sand and tumbled into the thick black veil of fatigue.
I awoke to foreign bird chiming loudly over the ocean breeze and immediately feeling the boiling hot sun scalding my skin. Sand was mixed with my stubble and my eyes opened only to close again at the brightness. I shook my head, shaking away the fatigue and madness and am motivated to stand up only by the empty pangs from my stomach, “Gaahhh,” everything hurt. And when I say everything, I mean everything.
My head throbbed from dehydration, the beating I’d taken, and my time in the sun and tumultuous waters of the ocean. My lips were dry, cracked, peeling, and tasted of blood, my bones were too tired to move and I had pushed my torso forth to sit upright and felt a wave of nausea and lightheadedness. I gulped down hard on my dry throat and felt the burning agony of my unquenched thirst. Obviously I’d swallowed enough salt water to last a lifetime and it had sapped me dry. To quench my thirst I’d make a filter from layers of rocks, sand, and patches of the blanket, however I’d prefer fresh water to filtered down ocean which could make me hack up the good fruit I’ve been indulging on. After my filter, or perhaps before if the snack of fruit hydrated me enough, I’d search for a source stream. Islands like these often had waterfalls or natural wells. Shoot, I should’ve tried to find some last night at the village, I could always go back, but now they’d be on the lookout.
After my thirst quenching snack I ran my hand through my hair, it was thick with grease and my fingers almost didn’t go all the way through. My eyes fell to the coals of the fire, the heat that once permeated from them was now non-existent. My muscles were heavy and I could feel the beating I’d taken multiplied several times over from the initial hurt. My lungs still pinched at my sides due to my broken ribs, those would take a couple weeks to heal, I could still try, however, to build a raft or steal one so I could get off of this island. Maybe I wouldn’t have to though, if I could just get these chains…
Off.
“Hello!” A voice squeaked behind me. My eyes widened and my heart skipped, I froze, then, jumped up, twisting to turn and see who was behind me, what story I’d have to tell to get out of this one, or what action I would have to take to escape their capture. However, I wasn’t anticipating my eyes meeting a what.
Quickly, my hand fumbled for the knife which I’d stuck into the sand the night before and I held it up while my slowly streaming thoughts caught up with what my body’s instinct had warned and assigned danger. I held the knife up, fully aware what I must look like. My pants had been reduced dirt-smeared shorts, torn in multiple places and with thread dangling from their lining, my shirt was pale and covered in splashes of my own, now dry blood, and my beard had grown in a feasible amount and my hair looked shiny enough to have been gooped up with gel.
I was barefoot and shoeless, not that it much mattered on the beach, other than the sand now warming their pads. Still, now I looked at what abomination shown before me and I was sure the legends that the Greek Empire foretold were true. All of them. For before me, standing tall, was a great and mighty monster.
It was as tall as me, thin, as though it were a female one, and its hair was held back in a braid. Its skin changed from purple to blue as it stepped in the sunlight of the uncovered beach. It was tall, lanky, and well, had eyes like I’d never seen before. It was a monstrous brute, I narrowed my eyes with worry as it paused, detecting the threat I held between my palms and directing the knife at it.
“Whoa… I’ve never seen a real life human before!” It was apparent now that it’s voice was female, she was now smiling, I took a step back, the sole of my foot falling on a shard of wood from my makeshift fire and causing me to wince, though I barely felt it, the adrenaline from meeting this unearthly creature had thrilled my heart and numbed my sole. “You must be the one who broke into Wobbo’s house, weren’t you?” her eyes, golden and flecked with an orange blaze passed over my injuries and noticed my stance was defensive, “Oh, no, there’s no need to be scared, I’ve read all about you!”
My chin moved back and I looked at her now more quizzically than with fear or intended harm, which was a mistake on my behalf, as she took a step closer, and I couldn’t get the words to come from my hoarse throat so I held up my knife, waving it in a way that angled for her to stay.
“Hm? What’s wrong? I just want to help, I’m not mad you took fruit Wobbo picked from his garden, obviously you were just hungry, is there… Are you a mute human? Or maybe deaf?” her voice was a little kinder now, however, it still sounded abrasive to my human ears, which had only ever heard the tones of english spoken in the tongue by my own species.
“N-no..” I managed, my throat fought me, burning and hurting as I choked it out, threatening to hack up a hairball if I didn’t get water down my gullet soon.
“Hmm, you’re thirsty, here, you can take my canteen, just put down the knife, you could hurt yourself and you look rather unbalanced. Put down the knife and I’ll toss it over,” she gestured that she was only getting out her container for water and, in order to show me it wasn’t poisoned, took a sip herself, “See? It’s okay,” she tossed it a safe yard in front of me, I’m guessing so I would not assume it was a grenade or other kind of device.
My eyes didn’t lie, it didn’t detonate, nor did it appear to be full of gunpowder. My feet hobbled over on the uneven dunes of sand and I kept the knife ready for slashing, in case she decided to make a charge, my hand reached for the drink and I receded back a few steps before unscrewing the cap and drenching myself with the thirst-quenching water. It tasted a tad different from water, as though it had been juice dripped from a ripe fruit, but it was refreshing and overflowing trickles of it rolled into my new-forming beard.
Click. The shutter of a camera went off and there was a flash from the device in her hand. I felt a thrill of fear convulse in my muscles and held my knife up and ready in my hand, my throat was quenched enough for me to manage, “What’s that?”
“He speaks!” she praised and the smile on her face didn’t leave, “OH, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked you first if I could take your picture, I just wanted it for my blog, “Islander” I’m getting really good at my writing and… Well I guess that’s beside the point, are you feeling better, sir? At least I um, think you’re a male, you grow hair on your face so that’s the main reason for my assumption.”
“What?” I spoke, exasperated and surprised. It was all too fast, a monster had come up from the forest and approached me, I thought it was going to attack but now it acted as though everything was normal and they were having a regular conversation.
“Am I.. Speaking too fast for you?” she said slower.
I blink, dumbfounded and stupefied still at what I was witnessing. This couldn’t be real, “I must be dreaming.”
“Haha oh you’re excited! I feel the same way, I’ll be the first of my generation on the island to ever meet a human!” she squeaked and her fingers flipped on the little piece of metal in her hands, tapping repeatedly as her eyebrows wove upward with glee. “Posted! Hehe! Now you’ll be famous!”
I started with the fruit, by the fire I’d lit with my craftiness and well, the dry brush and resources of the beach, I was able to see the hands in front of my face and using my newly acquired knife, cut the fruit at first in half, then in quarter-slices, best for eating and well, cramming the most food possible down my throat in the least amount of time. Almost all of them were unfamiliar, but the smells were sugary, succulent, and flavorful and everything smelled edible. I went with the giant spiked fruit which had a spiked green headdress growing out of it. It was unique looking, and the flesh of the fruit was bright yellow, shining with moisture in heat of the golden flames.
As my teeth sunk in, the sweetness filled my tongue and was probably the most delicious fruit I’d ever tasted. Succulent, a tad of tang, and so very saccharine without the aftertaste. It was glorious and I felt my entire body thank me. I’d finished the entire thing, which was quite a feat as it was about the size of my head, before I decided not to gorge myself on food, but to start slowly, as my body could reject it if I ate all the food before me as though it were a buffet. Belly full and wounds tended, I collapsed into my blanket placed on sand and tumbled into the thick black veil of fatigue.
I awoke to foreign bird chiming loudly over the ocean breeze and immediately feeling the boiling hot sun scalding my skin. Sand was mixed with my stubble and my eyes opened only to close again at the brightness. I shook my head, shaking away the fatigue and madness and am motivated to stand up only by the empty pangs from my stomach, “Gaahhh,” everything hurt. And when I say everything, I mean everything.
My head throbbed from dehydration, the beating I’d taken, and my time in the sun and tumultuous waters of the ocean. My lips were dry, cracked, peeling, and tasted of blood, my bones were too tired to move and I had pushed my torso forth to sit upright and felt a wave of nausea and lightheadedness. I gulped down hard on my dry throat and felt the burning agony of my unquenched thirst. Obviously I’d swallowed enough salt water to last a lifetime and it had sapped me dry. To quench my thirst I’d make a filter from layers of rocks, sand, and patches of the blanket, however I’d prefer fresh water to filtered down ocean which could make me hack up the good fruit I’ve been indulging on. After my filter, or perhaps before if the snack of fruit hydrated me enough, I’d search for a source stream. Islands like these often had waterfalls or natural wells. Shoot, I should’ve tried to find some last night at the village, I could always go back, but now they’d be on the lookout.
After my thirst quenching snack I ran my hand through my hair, it was thick with grease and my fingers almost didn’t go all the way through. My eyes fell to the coals of the fire, the heat that once permeated from them was now non-existent. My muscles were heavy and I could feel the beating I’d taken multiplied several times over from the initial hurt. My lungs still pinched at my sides due to my broken ribs, those would take a couple weeks to heal, I could still try, however, to build a raft or steal one so I could get off of this island. Maybe I wouldn’t have to though, if I could just get these chains…
Off.
“Hello!” A voice squeaked behind me. My eyes widened and my heart skipped, I froze, then, jumped up, twisting to turn and see who was behind me, what story I’d have to tell to get out of this one, or what action I would have to take to escape their capture. However, I wasn’t anticipating my eyes meeting a what.
Quickly, my hand fumbled for the knife which I’d stuck into the sand the night before and I held it up while my slowly streaming thoughts caught up with what my body’s instinct had warned and assigned danger. I held the knife up, fully aware what I must look like. My pants had been reduced dirt-smeared shorts, torn in multiple places and with thread dangling from their lining, my shirt was pale and covered in splashes of my own, now dry blood, and my beard had grown in a feasible amount and my hair looked shiny enough to have been gooped up with gel.
I was barefoot and shoeless, not that it much mattered on the beach, other than the sand now warming their pads. Still, now I looked at what abomination shown before me and I was sure the legends that the Greek Empire foretold were true. All of them. For before me, standing tall, was a great and mighty monster.
It was as tall as me, thin, as though it were a female one, and its hair was held back in a braid. Its skin changed from purple to blue as it stepped in the sunlight of the uncovered beach. It was tall, lanky, and well, had eyes like I’d never seen before. It was a monstrous brute, I narrowed my eyes with worry as it paused, detecting the threat I held between my palms and directing the knife at it.
“Whoa… I’ve never seen a real life human before!” It was apparent now that it’s voice was female, she was now smiling, I took a step back, the sole of my foot falling on a shard of wood from my makeshift fire and causing me to wince, though I barely felt it, the adrenaline from meeting this unearthly creature had thrilled my heart and numbed my sole. “You must be the one who broke into Wobbo’s house, weren’t you?” her eyes, golden and flecked with an orange blaze passed over my injuries and noticed my stance was defensive, “Oh, no, there’s no need to be scared, I’ve read all about you!”
My chin moved back and I looked at her now more quizzically than with fear or intended harm, which was a mistake on my behalf, as she took a step closer, and I couldn’t get the words to come from my hoarse throat so I held up my knife, waving it in a way that angled for her to stay.
“Hm? What’s wrong? I just want to help, I’m not mad you took fruit Wobbo picked from his garden, obviously you were just hungry, is there… Are you a mute human? Or maybe deaf?” her voice was a little kinder now, however, it still sounded abrasive to my human ears, which had only ever heard the tones of english spoken in the tongue by my own species.
“N-no..” I managed, my throat fought me, burning and hurting as I choked it out, threatening to hack up a hairball if I didn’t get water down my gullet soon.
“Hmm, you’re thirsty, here, you can take my canteen, just put down the knife, you could hurt yourself and you look rather unbalanced. Put down the knife and I’ll toss it over,” she gestured that she was only getting out her container for water and, in order to show me it wasn’t poisoned, took a sip herself, “See? It’s okay,” she tossed it a safe yard in front of me, I’m guessing so I would not assume it was a grenade or other kind of device.
My eyes didn’t lie, it didn’t detonate, nor did it appear to be full of gunpowder. My feet hobbled over on the uneven dunes of sand and I kept the knife ready for slashing, in case she decided to make a charge, my hand reached for the drink and I receded back a few steps before unscrewing the cap and drenching myself with the thirst-quenching water. It tasted a tad different from water, as though it had been juice dripped from a ripe fruit, but it was refreshing and overflowing trickles of it rolled into my new-forming beard.
Click. The shutter of a camera went off and there was a flash from the device in her hand. I felt a thrill of fear convulse in my muscles and held my knife up and ready in my hand, my throat was quenched enough for me to manage, “What’s that?”
“He speaks!” she praised and the smile on her face didn’t leave, “OH, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked you first if I could take your picture, I just wanted it for my blog, “Islander” I’m getting really good at my writing and… Well I guess that’s beside the point, are you feeling better, sir? At least I um, think you’re a male, you grow hair on your face so that’s the main reason for my assumption.”
“What?” I spoke, exasperated and surprised. It was all too fast, a monster had come up from the forest and approached me, I thought it was going to attack but now it acted as though everything was normal and they were having a regular conversation.
“Am I.. Speaking too fast for you?” she said slower.
I blink, dumbfounded and stupefied still at what I was witnessing. This couldn’t be real, “I must be dreaming.”
“Haha oh you’re excited! I feel the same way, I’ll be the first of my generation on the island to ever meet a human!” she squeaked and her fingers flipped on the little piece of metal in her hands, tapping repeatedly as her eyebrows wove upward with glee. “Posted! Hehe! Now you’ll be famous!”
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