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This was not an usual day.

That is…unless you expected to wake up
in a small damp cave by the sounds of the waves, horribly hungry, thirsty
beyond belief and having to spend the entire morning trying to do something
about that.

He had not!

Thank goodness that was over at least.

Still, he wasn’t sure if this current situation was any
improvement. It somehow seemed a little…well, lacking.

Getting more in depth briefing on his new comrades, Petra, Kiara and her
horse had had to wait. It had been far more important getting something to eat
and drink. Thankfully he’d stumbled on to freshwater already, and there were
plenty of pools in the cave where the rainwater from last night had gathered.

At least it had been easy to dry out and get warm once the
sun came back up. This place, wherever it was, certainly wasn’t lacking in
light or heat. It was barely past morning and it was already sweltering hot.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Kiara watched anxiously.

Sam shrugged.

“Do you want to dig through the rock fall instead? The cave
extends further in but this route is quicker. It appears this entire section of
cliffs has an extensive cave system and I know I saw something flash in the sun
when down on the beach.”

Kiara didn’t answer. Did he have to sound like some
professor visiting from overseas?

They’d all already established that they should use the
caves as a sort of ‘home base’. It made sense and meant they didn’t have to
build something to shelter them from either wind, sand or sun.

They had, thankfully, found more than just the cave they’d
hidden in during the night…which was a bit too damp for anyone’s tastes and far
too exposed. That was good.

Petra
was more worried about her horse than she seemed to be about herself. That kind
of made sense, but it wasn’t doing her any favours.

Going in from the outside wasn’t ideal, no matter what he
might say, but it was better than hauling rocks. It would have been better to
just being able to walk in though. Still, not everyone could have done this.

What did that mean? Had be been a mountain climber?

It wasn’t terribly deep so there was plenty of light to see
by. Even so, the place was mostly shadows.

So, where was it? There had been a glint, he was sure of it.
But now the sun had moved on and wasn’t shining straight into the cave anymore.
It must have been a nice spot though, before, as long as it wasn’t raining.

There! No, it was gone already. He turned his head first
this way then that, trying to catch it again.

Instead he saw something else.

Something told him that they weren’t the castaways to have
ended up in this place. The skeletal parts scattered close to the far wall was
admittedly rather a bit of a clue there.

Sam knelt down, picking up one of the bones gingerly.
Brittle…not strange, if the sun was shining in here every morning. It was kind
of hard to tell how many there were, but he could see evidence of several
people. One. Two. Three.

Hmm…they looked like they’d been here for a while. He brushed
aside some dirt from what had brought him in the first place, shook it and held
it up to his ear.

Shaking his head, he gave the pocket watch another few
shakes. Not that is was likely to help. It needed more for it than he could
manage. Maybe a skilled clockmaker could fix it, but he didn’t seem to be one.
Guess that was one profession he could scratch of the list then.

Still, if that had been around when these people were alive,
they’d been here for quite some time. Maybe it had been an heirloom? That could
place them at anything from say five years and backwards. Not likely to be more
than a few hundred though, the watch wasn’t some 15th century piece
after all.

Didn’t look like they’d been living here, Sam thought. No
tools. No real marks on the walls. Nothing to indicate the place was habited.

Did that mean they’d been brought here on purpose? With the
bones from the skeletons so scattered and, by the looks of it, attacked by
small scavengers – there weren’t even ‘all’ bones here from what he could tell
– it was hard to tell, but the setting did suggest it.

So. Someone else had brought them here. Possibly, if it was
recently, they might still be around. That meant they might not be as alone on
this island as they had first thought.

That could be good. They’d get help quicker. Of course, if
no one had rescued ‘them’ by now they weren’t likely to come for the castaways
either.

On the other hand, it could be mightily bad…he didn’t fancy
getting into a fight with people that knew this place, especially if they
themselves didn’t have anywhere defensive to retreat to. He really hated
fighting battles where he didn’t know all the variables.

Wait a minute. Where did that come from? Did he used to
fight a lot of battles? Sam tried to remember but it was still like staring
into a blank wall painted black and blended into the shadows.

Sam managed to climb back out without too much of a hassle.
They might not be able to use the watch as it was right now but this little
excursion hadn’t been entirely without a haul in the ‘things’ department.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes,” Sam nodded. “An antique maritime telescope. It’s a
little dirty but it appears to be fully functional. Just a bit of deposits to
clean up and it should be as good as new. This should help a lot.”

He held it up to his eyes, but the vision was blurry. Guess
they’d have to clean it first. Now they’d be able to see places without having
to come right up close to them. That had to be good, right?

The birds weren’t coming close enough here for them to get a
good look at, so it was hard to tell what they were. Some sort of seabird
surely, since they kept diving into the ocean for their lunch. So, that was a
good fishing spot. He’d had to remember that.

New Resources

A small antique maritime telescope (working)
waterlogged fancy pocketwatch (broken)
fishingspot (lacks tools to catch)
birds (possibly able to catch with stones)
Ferns (unknown if edible at this point)

deathangle101.deviantart.com/a…
briberys-haven.deviantart.com/…
Horse One Last Kiss:
Handler: Kiara Youl
Survivor Number 11
bovidaeloony.deviantart.com/ar…
Horse: FFS Lady of the Lake
Handler: Petra Byrnison
Survivor Number 7

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Description

Keeping track: maeix2.deviantart.com/art/96-A…

This was not an usual day.

That is…unless you expected to wake up
in a small damp cave by the sounds of the waves, horribly hungry, thirsty
beyond belief and having to spend the entire morning trying to do something
about that.

He had not!

Thank goodness that was over at least.

Still, he wasn’t sure if this current situation was any
improvement. It somehow seemed a little…well, lacking.

Getting more in depth briefing on his new comrades, Petra, Kiara and her
horse had had to wait. It had been far more important getting something to eat
and drink. Thankfully he’d stumbled on to freshwater already, and there were
plenty of pools in the cave where the rainwater from last night had gathered.

At least it had been easy to dry out and get warm once the
sun came back up. This place, wherever it was, certainly wasn’t lacking in
light or heat. It was barely past morning and it was already sweltering hot.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Kiara watched anxiously.

Sam shrugged.

“Do you want to dig through the rock fall instead? The cave
extends further in but this route is quicker. It appears this entire section of
cliffs has an extensive cave system and I know I saw something flash in the sun
when down on the beach.”

Kiara didn’t answer. Did he have to sound like some
professor visiting from overseas?

They’d all already established that they should use the
caves as a sort of ‘home base’. It made sense and meant they didn’t have to
build something to shelter them from either wind, sand or sun.

They had, thankfully, found more than just the cave they’d
hidden in during the night…which was a bit too damp for anyone’s tastes and far
too exposed. That was good.

Petra
was more worried about her horse than she seemed to be about herself. That kind
of made sense, but it wasn’t doing her any favours.

Going in from the outside wasn’t ideal, no matter what he
might say, but it was better than hauling rocks. It would have been better to
just being able to walk in though. Still, not everyone could have done this.

What did that mean? Had be been a mountain climber?

It wasn’t terribly deep so there was plenty of light to see
by. Even so, the place was mostly shadows.

So, where was it? There had been a glint, he was sure of it.
But now the sun had moved on and wasn’t shining straight into the cave anymore.
It must have been a nice spot though, before, as long as it wasn’t raining.

There! No, it was gone already. He turned his head first
this way then that, trying to catch it again.

Instead he saw something else.

Something told him that they weren’t the castaways to have
ended up in this place. The skeletal parts scattered close to the far wall was
admittedly rather a bit of a clue there.

Sam knelt down, picking up one of the bones gingerly.
Brittle…not strange, if the sun was shining in here every morning. It was kind
of hard to tell how many there were, but he could see evidence of several
people. One. Two. Three.

Hmm…they looked like they’d been here for a while. He brushed
aside some dirt from what had brought him in the first place, shook it and held
it up to his ear.

Shaking his head, he gave the pocket watch another few
shakes. Not that is was likely to help. It needed more for it than he could
manage. Maybe a skilled clockmaker could fix it, but he didn’t seem to be one.
Guess that was one profession he could scratch of the list then.

Still, if that had been around when these people were alive,
they’d been here for quite some time. Maybe it had been an heirloom? That could
place them at anything from say five years and backwards. Not likely to be more
than a few hundred though, the watch wasn’t some 15th century piece
after all.

Didn’t look like they’d been living here, Sam thought. No
tools. No real marks on the walls. Nothing to indicate the place was habited.

Did that mean they’d been brought here on purpose? With the
bones from the skeletons so scattered and, by the looks of it, attacked by
small scavengers – there weren’t even ‘all’ bones here from what he could tell
– it was hard to tell, but the setting did suggest it.

So. Someone else had brought them here. Possibly, if it was
recently, they might still be around. That meant they might not be as alone on
this island as they had first thought.

That could be good. They’d get help quicker. Of course, if
no one had rescued ‘them’ by now they weren’t likely to come for the castaways
either.

On the other hand, it could be mightily bad…he didn’t fancy
getting into a fight with people that knew this place, especially if they
themselves didn’t have anywhere defensive to retreat to. He really hated
fighting battles where he didn’t know all the variables.

Wait a minute. Where did that come from? Did he used to
fight a lot of battles? Sam tried to remember but it was still like staring
into a blank wall painted black and blended into the shadows.

Sam managed to climb back out without too much of a hassle.
They might not be able to use the watch as it was right now but this little
excursion hadn’t been entirely without a haul in the ‘things’ department.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Yes,” Sam nodded. “An antique maritime telescope. It’s a
little dirty but it appears to be fully functional. Just a bit of deposits to
clean up and it should be as good as new. This should help a lot.”

He held it up to his eyes, but the vision was blurry. Guess
they’d have to clean it first. Now they’d be able to see places without having
to come right up close to them. That had to be good, right?

The birds weren’t coming close enough here for them to get a
good look at, so it was hard to tell what they were. Some sort of seabird
surely, since they kept diving into the ocean for their lunch. So, that was a
good fishing spot. He’d had to remember that.

New Resources

A small antique maritime telescope (working)
waterlogged fancy pocketwatch (broken)
fishingspot (lacks tools to catch)
birds (possibly able to catch with stones)
Ferns (unknown if edible at this point)

deathangle101.deviantart.com/a…
briberys-haven.deviantart.com/…
Horse One Last Kiss:
Handler: Kiara Youl
Survivor Number 11
bovidaeloony.deviantart.com/ar…
Horse: FFS Lady of the Lake
Handler: Petra Byrnison
Survivor Number 7

---------------

References:

animal-stock-pile.deviantart.c…
limitofgold.deviantart.com/art…
www.deviantart.com/art/Male-Ro…
www.deviantart.com/art/Sitting…