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Shipwrecked and Stranded IXKonna woke and stretched her body slowly. Sil slept silently on the hammock on the other side of the dying fire. She grinned at his sleeping form. They had spent the last two mornings together and Konna was still in amazement at what this Island, no this entire other world had to offer. There first day on the road they had met a giant Brachiosaur. Konna had been surprised enough when Sil started talking to it in squeaks and whistles. Then a person shouted down from atop the dinosaurs head. Maybe Mira was more than just a pet.
She stoked the fire and cooked up some breakfast. The one thing she'd found odd was the lack of meat in Sil's supplies. Except fish, there was a lot of fish. He told her it was in honor of the saurians, no human on the Island ate read meat or poultry. She didn't contest it, but rather accepted it. She'd never liked meat anyw
Shipwrecked and Stranded VIIIJosh and Rebecca were bound and shackled with rope from the longboats. The Captain left them un-gagged to give directions. They led the crew back to the inn they were staying at. It was a simple job to have Kissenger toss one of his knives at the lonely Innkeeper when his back was turned. The Crew if the Merrywhether now had a headquarters.
Wisabu laid her claim onto the kitchen and began to make a good meal from the loads of stores. The rest of the crew picked out rooms they liked, and settled in to a much more comfortable place for their stay. The inn was off the main road, and hidden in a grove of trees, perfect for the start of some raids. The crew would shake this island by its roots.
They tossed their two prisoners into the basement, tying it with thick rope from the abandoned ship. Josh and Rebecca tumbled down the stairs and landed in a heap on the dirt floor. There wasn't much to loo
Shipwrecked and Stranded VIISil rubbed Konna's back gently until he was sure she was asleep. He then reached for his tools and began to work on removing the stitches. It was a very simple procedure with the equipment he had, so his mind was free to wander as he worked.
He had found a dolphinback. He'd met many of them before, and seen his parents and relative's shelter and consol many of them who'd lost family. He was just glad he hadn't turned into his father, a simple pat on the back and "you'll be fine," to every dolphinback the man had met, no matter what the circumstances.
He wondered if Konna had lost family in the shipwreck. It might be why she was that distraught. His hands flew over her stitches, snipping and pulling, and before he knew it he was finished. After applying a healing salve that was strictly produced in Trader caravans, he took the ruined stitches and disposed of them in his latrine, then took the tools
Shipwrecked and Stranded VIThe shipwrecked crew of the Merrywhether lounged about their small cove. The slight hunger moans and strong stench of its tenants drifted over the clear blue sky. Somewhere a cicada sang its summer song. The heat was unbearable. Romulus began to search through the remaining supplies for something to eat. His hand was quickly slapped by the bowl end of a stout ladle. Wisabu held the offending weapon under her captain's nose.
"Yeh maybe Captain now sir, but I still rule with the vittles." She told him chidingly. He sucked on his bruised knuckles and slinked off. It wasn't long before the moaning turned to talk.
"Cursed worthless mud pack ye landed us on Cap'n!" Kissenger shot from his place under the sparse shade of a horsetail bush. There was a mumbled assent from the crew.
"Well, what'd ye have me do with it?" Romulus asked, the clink of his loosene
Shipwrecked and Stranded VKonna awoke from another long sleep to find it midday. Sil was napping under a tree on the other side of their camp, Mira snoring belly up at his side. She didn't wish to wake them and tried to sit up. She found that carefully she could turn herself onto her side and eventually into a semi sitting position that didn't hurt to bad. She found that her head had stopped its splitting and had reduced its pain to a dull ache. Her back felt better and she felt more conscious than she had in days.
The camp that had seemed so well stocked to her the other day was really very sparse. It had everything it needed for the survival of one human and his companion. Thinking of Sil's companion made Konna wonder; where had she ended up? This place had living Dinosaurs. How was that possible? Did she die and just not know it? No, her pain was too real to for her to be dead.
TempestWorlds walk on beside,
pass me by, forgotten.
A life in seconds.
Never truly moving,
Hoping for the Sunset
A time of final renewal,
A God that lives eternal,
Left on the side to strive,
For that final ray of evening,
To finally, my own path, decide.
ArrinialStepping forward from the darkness,
eternal light as my guide.
A pet, a guardian, forever.
Nurtured by long forgotten stories
on stairs of forest green
Nature my eternal stepmother
Bring me forth from this dungeon.
I am the Eternal Goddess,
some lost, forgotten dream.
My heart cries out for morning,
My voice, unheard of. Stared at, yet unseen.
Shipwrecked and Stranded IVThe three longboats of the Merrywhether bobbed in the endless ocean. There only hope was the slight green blob on the southern horizon. In the main boat sat the New Captain Romulus, his first mate Remus, the man Kissenger as well as four other crewmen, and Wisabu, the galley cook. What was left of the crew rested in the other two longboats. The Captains temper was on the edge of fraying as were most of the members of the crew. The cause of his distress was the cook, Wisabu. She cried into a dainty handkerchief and wiped tear reddened eyes on its corner.
"She was a good girl too. Oh why did you have to go and get all physical with her? I told you she was a gentle sort." The cook glared at the bulky Captain on the other end of the boat.
"Will you give it up already? My head is about to split in two from your bleatin!" Kissenger yelled, sitting up from the bottom of the
Shipwrecked and Stranded IIISil wandered about the coast of Crackshell point, straying onto the beaches when the vegetation became too thick to walk through. He was still in the undergrowth, but the sea brushed against the rocky shore on his left. Mira was ahead somewhere, looking at the odd flower, or twig, being a hatchling. She would usually ask him to carry her by this point in the day, but she was nowhere to be found.
He heard the excited squeals of his young charge in the distance and broke into a sprint. He crashed through the brush onto the shore to see Miramel nosing a prone, salt crusted, figure on the high tide line. He walked over to it to see it was an unconscious woman. He pushed Mira back from the prone girl to check if she was alright. He snatched his hand back quickly, it was covered in blood. It was no decision that this dolphinback needed attention fast.
Konna woke to find herself staring into the face of a
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