Spoiler! :
You decided to go sailing. Maybe you went onto a fishing boat with a couple friends, hopped onto a ferry to the nearest town, went on a cruise to the Caribbean, or joined one of those icebreakers patrolling the Arctic Ocean. And, as you can probably guess, something went wrong. A freak storm swept in; a rouge wave rose out of the water; lightning struck the boat. You had to evacuate. You had to either dive into the water or climb into some raft and hope that you drifted to safety.
And you drifted, but not to safety.
The island you’ve landed on isn’t on any maps (for good reason, as you’re going to find out). It’s barely even holding itself above the water. The rocks piled up into a mountain on the other side of the island from the beach you’ve landed on is your best hope for shelter. Between those two points are an array of forests and swamps, surprisingly quiet and devoid of life, but no less dangerous. Quicksand, mosquitoes, rotting trees, and thunderstorms are your greatest obstacles.
And you have the sinking feeling that you don’t have a lot of time to get to the mountain.
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