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Post by Gar on Jun 20, 2017 1:28:15 GMT -6
Emil claimed there was nothing on the ship. That was understandable. Either they had just unloaded or they hadn’t been able to find any targets. Seeing as how easily they got routed, they probably weren’t the greatest at their jobs. Gar smirked. Next stop, Dread Isle.
For the next phase of the trip, Gar was mostly focused on the rigging. He was making sure the sails stayed oriented properly and the cargo was tied down. That and he was also making sure his body was healing properly. A couple days of rest and the pirate felt good as new. The uneventful days were welcome to Gar. Smooth sailing made Gar a happy pirate.
Night fell on the final day of the voyage. There was fog along the coastline. Gar was seated upon the guardrail of the ship. Can’t see a damned thing. Then there was a noise. A song. Gar didn’t like that one bit. He had heard plenty of stories about sirens, leading sailors to their death with their song. Gar covered his ears with his hands and was about to call out to others to do the same. But he was too late. A mate sprinted across the deck and spun the wheel to turn the boat toward the song. Gar managed to keep his balance against the guardrail with the sudden movement of the ship.
Then the boat crashed against the rocks. Gar was unable to hold his balance this time and was tossed from the deck of the ship. He fell into the water below, narrowly avoiding being dashed upon the jagged rocks nearby. He oriented himself underwater, already holding his breath. He was pretty upset with himself for being tossed from the deck like some sort of land lover. No use in thinking about it now.
Gar took a few stokes and began to kick his legs, propelling himself through the water, to the shore. He walked himself onto shore and called back to the boat. “Eyy. Man overboard. But don’t worry, I’m all good. Hahar.” Gar would just need someone to tie the boat off. Assuming the damage from the crash wasn’t too bad.
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Post by Vincent on Jun 22, 2017 14:55:49 GMT -6
The reveal that the captain was aware of the pirates ahead of time did not sit too well with Vincent. No, he could not know that they would pursue them for certain but a little warning of the possibility would have been great. How hard would it have been to just say, 'Oh, by the way men, I saw a bunch of rugged looking louts eyeballing up our ship at port, so keep an eye out!'
'Apparently very difficult' Not now Phoenix Heart!
Over the course of the next few days Vincent did what he could to ensure the trip went smoothly and the ship was in top shape. During his downtime he spent it tending to his gear and practicing his techniques. If any of the crew asked for a spar he never turned them away, it was only ever bare knuckles of course. By the time they reached the territory of the isles he was mostly healed. He suffered only a minor amount of leftover pain, mostly to the touch only.
When night fell on the final day the hero knew it was going to be an early morning, or at least a long day, and so when his work was done he opted out of his usual training just to dedicate to a bit of sleep. As he lay there in his rack he slept soundly despite the dripping water and sloshing of bilge. It was a sudden jerking that woke him. The water lapping up onto him from the sudden stop and the jerking that threatened to toss him.
"What in blazes?!" Vincent and the other crewmen on their sleep schedule awoke with a start. Fastening his boots and grabbing his things he hurried on deck ready for another fight. When he realized they crashed into the island though he just shook his head and sheathed his blades. "Fantastic."
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
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Post by Aeos on Jun 22, 2017 20:19:04 GMT -6
The Nabatan sighed softly when he heard that the enemy ship didn't have any supplies they could loot. This meant that he would have to further ration out his supplies if he was to be useful to the ship and her crew. He came to terms with his disappointment before tying up any loose ends that needed to be doing. --
Aeos enjoyed the peaceful days aboard the ship. He wasn't bothered by the hot sun beating down on his body. He was accustomed to such dry weather due to his life in Nabata. The sea breeze was always a welcome delight. The Nabatan worked hard aboard the ship. His favorite spot to be on the ship was up on the crows nest acting like look out. The view from the crows nest made him feel like he was flying for a moment. He was also so high up in the air that he was able to relax a little with his dragon powers. He would occasionally fiddle around with his transformation by shifting something small and unnoticeable like his fingers and toes. The conversations he had with himself bordered on both insanity and deep philosophy. Most of the conversations between himself revolved around his dragon half asking why were they on a giant glorified log going out to an island full of dangers?
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Aeos was out on the deck when the ship ran aground. The dragon was emptying out a bucket of contents out into the sea. His ears pricked up a bit when he heard the distinct sounds of someone singing. Not just a someone but he heard women singing. As far as he knew there were no women on the boat. And they were too far away from the island for human voices carry over the waves. The hell is going on?
Before the gentler half of himself could respond to the mental dragon half, the ship made a sharp turn, and then crashed on the rocks. Now the dragon was certain the ship had taken the path away from the rocks. He remembered studying the maps of the island before leaving the mainland. The dragon didn't really have time to recall what exactly the image it was as he was now sprawled out on the floor, knocked over due to the force of the crash. The now empty bucket rolled a short distance down the deck.
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Post by Emil Aurion on Sept 3, 2017 21:45:20 GMT -6
Emil walked to the side of the ship, leaned over to inspect the ship. Those damn fools had let them hit a rock, which tore a hole in the side of his ship, just freakin great. "Damn it, ya idiots are gonna have to fix that hole in the mornin." Emil pulled himself up and faced the group on top of the ship.
Nostrals flaring, deep breaths, Emil was PISSED. "Looks like I got yous to the island in one piece, also seems like we're spendin a few days here." Even though the pirate was furious, he couldn't shake the weird feeling in his gut about this place, and it didn't have anything to do with the wound. The hairs on the back of his neck started to stand up, he tried to hide the shiver going down his spine by demanding answers. "So, what I'm the f**k happened back there?"
One of the men stepped forward, kinda mumbling "i don't know, we kinda heard something and after that i don't remember what happened." Emil's head tilted slightly "Da f**k? You can't remember what exactly happened? Pack ya crap, ya sleeping on the beach tonight." There was some howling in the distance. "Ha, sounds like ya might wanna bring something to defend yaself." most of the crew was silent at this point
There was some movement out the corner of his eye, at the edge of the forest. His head quickly turn towards it as he began to squint, he wasn't able to make anything out what it could have been, if it was something to begin with. "To hell with it, if you wanna camp out on the beach be my guest. That's where I'm goin." Part of Emil wanted to be there if something decided to go jump in the night, and stomp it's face in the sand.
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Post by Gar on Sept 4, 2017 13:51:10 GMT -6
Gar on the shoreline, still wet from the sea water. It was chilly enough to cause his skin to form some bumps. He strolled around a little bit to try to get his blood pumping. He could hear Emil's voice cut through the air. Naturally, he seemed upset. Gar would be too if some mates let his boat crash into the rocks. Gar turned to look further inland. So this is it huh? Dread Isle. I don't see anything too dreadful. Gar chuckled, but it was cut short by a howl in the distance.
It was almost as if the howl was an response to Gar's skepticism. It was very unsettling. Not to mention, there was movement around. Something was out here. For some reason, Gar was hoping it was just wolves. He was hoping it was something natural. Those doogs or monsters were much more of a hassle. They were unpredictable and dangerous. Whatever it was at the edge of the forest, Gar wasn't going to investigate alone. He would prefer to stay put until the rest of the crew came ashore.
Gar was impatient though. Perhaps the creepiness of the island was getting the better of him. He called back out to the ship. "I think you all should get down here. You might wanna bring your weapons too. There's something in the forest." Gar wanted to add that it was probably something that didn't want them there. But he refrained. Surely, he was just being paranoid. Gar's eyes were straining against the treeline, trying to detect movement.
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Post by Vincent on Sept 4, 2017 15:13:37 GMT -6
The ship was ashore and now so too was the entire crew. The hero found himself rubbing his face with exhaustion and disbelief. As he came onto the beach he decided it was time to reveal the weapon he carried in his case. Pirates or not it should put people at ease once they see it... and more importantly he lacked any torches of his own.
As he made his way up the beach he listened to the threats and yelling. It lacked an affect on him at this point but he was still glad he was not the object of such anger. After the swordsman made his way to Gar he continued. "Whatever it is out here it should be deterred by a bit of light, and I don't know bout you but sleeping on this beach is going to need some heat and a fire to dry my clothes." Taking Phoenix Heart from its case he drew on a small portion of its power, just enough to illuminate the area around them. "Whoever has an axe we should make our way to the trees to get some wood for the night. I'll keep watch so everyone can see. Shout if I see something."
Or just blast it right out of the gate. Cyclops, Baels, wights, etc. He saw any of those the blast would be the primary assault over trying to get the attention of the rest. "Plus if you're scared of what's out there we might as well draw it out." He began to approach the treeline. Slowly enough that others could join him but quickly enough it was clear he was serious and not scared.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
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Post by Aeos on Sept 4, 2017 17:34:53 GMT -6
Aeos slowly picked himself up off of the deck of the ship. He let out a groan and held his head. He supposed he should have been grateful that he didn't fall off the ship as it crashed onto the shore. But, the bump on his head disagreed with him. It stated that he would have had a much better time landing on the soft sand rather than the cold hard wood.
He took a moment to stare at his hand. The five fingered extremity was wibbly wobbly in his vision. He blinked hard for a few moments until the hand became a singularity. He sighed softly and walked out towards the front end of the deck. He crawled up the bowsprit and stayed there. He was on his belly and he was looking out into the island. He tapped into the powers of his dragon stone to heighten his senses. Enough to have his eyes glow slightly in the night but it could easily be passed off as moonlight hitting his eyeballs. He wanted to know what was the source of that singing. If there were people on this island it was probably best to learn of them now and tell them of their troubles.
Although there was something in the air he did not like. Something in the back of his mind that sent a shiver down his spine. He wasn't sure if it was due to all the tall tales about this island catching up to him. Or if there really was something in the island that was setting off his internal alarm bells. SOMETHING drew them to this island. SOMETHING was singing. And with all the research he did on the Lycian mainland about this island told him that there were other some things out here rather than plants and animals. Something that spooked the researchers.
He could hear the conversations of the people around him. Captian Emil would sleep on the beach. Gar said that there was something in the woods. And the howl that the dragon heard in the woods confirmed it. Then again there was always SOMETHING inside the woods. And Vincent looked like he was going to lead a small foraging party into the forest for supplies. He wished that they didn't. He wished that they would simply harvest the trees that were within eyesight before losing themselves in the shadows of the woods. The Nabatan let out a sigh. He pulled himself back out towards the deck of the ship and approached the captain.
"Captian. Before the crash.. this might sound crazy.. but there was singing. Like something straight out of myth.. and we didn't have any wax to plug our ears." He shook his head.
"I know about some of the fauna of the island. Plenty of fog, plants, and animals. Some poisonous some not. Even a possible settlement. Though the books I read were dated. Not sure if the settlement is there.. but might be of some use to make our way there once day breaks. I'll go.. help out with the foraging party." He dismissed himself before taking the rope ladder down to the shore.
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Post by Emil Aurion on Feb 13, 2018 21:30:09 GMT -6
Emil had listened to what Aeos had said, somethin bout 'singing', and chuckled. "Aye, the 'siren's song'. Heard stories bout them. Just made up crap that pi- sailors who ain't worth they're salt at sailin." With that he began to walk towards his cabin to gather a bedroll and his axe, with the guess of something attacking in the night he would normally bring his armor but with the state it was in, it'd do more harm than good.
Holding his bedroll and axe in his left hand he gripped the rope with his right and lowered himself. Once he made it to the sandy beach he looked around and had noticed a few others that he didn't banish to the beach had joined him, itching to see what the so called dreaded island had to offer. "Don't be wonderin off too far, it's too dark to see ya flame." He yelled out towards Vincent who was at the edge of the forest. He wasted no time in kickin off his boots and yankin off his socks. To feel the sand between his toes again, the feelin was nice. Almost reminded him of back home on the Western Isle, walkin along the beach with some broad in his free time. Givin his injuries, the crew he was rollin with, as well as the current situation there was to mean blocks to attempt to romance up one of the few ladies that did join them.
Anyways, he kept his eyes scannin the tree lines, he couldn't see any movements. Whatever he saw before, if it was anything at all, had ran off. In the distance there was still some howlin but he figured it was nature being nature. Unrolling his bedroll he almost plopped right onto it. "We can worry bout gatherin supplies in the mornin, we're gonna need some shut eye for now." saying that as if anyone could get any sleep with the excitement going on.
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Post by Gar on Feb 15, 2018 0:29:34 GMT -6
Gar grunted. He squinted his eyes and peered past the tree line. Apparently, whatever it was that was out here left as the party started making noise on the coast. Surely, Vincent’s light assisted in the effort. Gar was the closest mate to the tree line with an axe, so the wood gathering fell onto him. "Aye, I'm on it." Others would soon join the effort. Gar scanned the trees to find the ones with branches most suitable for firemaking. He found a few good marks and with his trusty iron axe, began to chop away. His eyes were peering into the forest in case that howling creature hadn’t truly departed.
In a few moments, a nice pile of firewood had fallen around Gar’s legs. He bent down to scoop up the wood and carried it to the basecamp. “Woods here, start the fire when you’re ready.” Gar called out to no one in particular. All he knew was that he wasn’t going to be able to start it. The pirate took off his wet shirt and boots and set them next to the firepit. Once someone started the fire, his clothes would be nearby to dry. He would’ve taken off his breeches as well, but there were guests on this voyage that he didn’t want to offend.
So Gar lied down in the sand, wet, cold and tired. This was his punishment for getting tossed overboard like a scrub. He folded his arms across his chest as he laid, trying to retain what warmth he could as he waited for the fire to get started.
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Post by Vincent on Feb 15, 2018 21:15:14 GMT -6
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Vincent would obviously listen to the man in charge of the mission; it was best practice and he had the ship after all. But it did not mean he had to agree with everything the man said. They were on a beach with sea-foam and all the wind any one man could tolerate. Vincent was going to have a fire for the night since he did not fancy getting sick. Thankfully Gar and a few others were quick about gathering the supplies. With enough wood to get several small groups heat Vincent took the extra time to find suitable tinder.
'Wood's here, start the fire when you're ready.'
Vincent obliged to that. "I got it." With a small stick and the tinder in place he got to work. "I was on my sleep schedule when he hit shore so I'll be happy to take the first watch. Also lets me get all the fires going." Vincent made the offer with a smile but a hidden purpose. While true that he had more rest than most of the others at this point he knew better than to think he would get much sleep if he tried it right now. In a moment of selfishness, he valued his own rest in the long term over someone else's.
As he worked on the first fire he began to think about what they were saying about singing that drew them here. With all the monsters that had begun to surface, what if there really was something that lured them in?
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
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Post by Aeos on Feb 26, 2018 18:58:58 GMT -6
Siren's song? The young dragon wasn't exactly pleased with the captain's lack of enthusiasm on the subject. Aeos knew what he heard. Aeos decided not to press the subject any further for the time being. There were other things that needed his attention. He hit the sand and took a moment to enjoy the sensation of sand beneath his feet. The frothy waters ran across his ankles with each little wave. He took a deep breath in then let it out. He wanted to keep this moment in his memory for a long time. So he kept breathing in and taking the scent of the island. Initially, he couldn't smell anything "off" about this place. For all intents and purposes, the island smelled kinda generic. But, it was weirdly clean. There was no scent of civilization on the wind.
He went up the shore and towards the tree line. He tapped into a bit of his stones power to heighten his senses. He could hear, see, and smell further than the humans in this state. With him this close to the tree line the scent of the island changed. The air was a strange mix of salty sea, fresh mist, and pungent leafy green. It was kind of nice. But, he still felt on edge. A stray blade of grass blew across his feet and he backed away from the tree line in a pitiful display of panic. He was fortunate no one was really close enough to see him. Otherwise, they would have seen the look of terror on his face then the embarrassment. Relax. He took another deep breath. He then picked up several sturdy branches and made his way back towards the campfire. As he approached, he cut himself off from his stone's power. Any subtle shifts in his appearance faded away.
"I brought extra wood." He spoke as he set the wood down a fair bit away from the flame. He then took a seat. The dragon took a particularly long and sturdy looking branch. He pulled out a small knife and quietly started to mold the stick into a spear. That's it Aeos. Keep your mind distracted. Think about tomorrow. Someone has to go out to fish and forage. And we are the only one who did some homework.
"I'll join you in the watch." He spoke to Vincent. The only other person who appeared to be awake in their little group.
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Post by Emil Aurion on Nov 7, 2018 3:41:39 GMT -6
Emil unraveled his bed roll onto the sand and slowly lowered himself unto it while holding onto his rib cage where he had been injured. Laying on his back attempting to catch a few zzz' so they could do some explorin the moment the sun began to rise was going to be a pain in the ass, he was a stomach sleeper and he would tend to be all sprawled out everywhere. It was an amazing feat to crash as quick as he did earlier in the night, but adrenaline from the wreck and shitty sleep position was rough. Trying to focus on drifting off, he heard the others talking but didn't pay attention to what was actually said.
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Morning had came too quick, one could say Emil slept like a log once he finally got to sleep. By "slept like a log" he would mean he was as stiff as one when he had woke up, each of his joints sore as hell as he rolled onto his good side and slowly got up. "Mornin lads'n'lasses." Emil said slightly more coherent than a mumble. "Anythin citing go on while I slept?" Speaking to the people who were on watch as he stretched. "Carmichal, gather ya some people to search for lumber to patch the hole in my ship after mornin chow." Emil starting to bark order almost instantly after talking to the watchmen.
Breakfast was normally a meal Emil had skipped so he wasn't focused on eating at the moment, now the sun was up he inspected the damage to his ship which wasn't too bad. It was fixable, but left them stranded on the island for the time being. Returning to where everybody was gathered he gave one last "order". "If ya wanna go explore, feel free to. Just do it in pairs or small groups, I got a bad feelin in my gut bout this place."
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Dietrich Landrik
Mercenary
GAZE AT MEIN ROLLED SLEEVES, NOOBKOPF
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Post by Dietrich Landrik on Nov 13, 2018 14:35:04 GMT -6
Landrik wasn't feeling all that great after getting clubbed in the head by one of those damned pirates. He especially didn't feel great after looking through where there shouldn't be a make-shift porthole that sea-water was coming through. "By the seas, what is going... agh..." his foot was completely soaked as a wave came through. There was Fuchs already looking at the damage, 'hemming' splintered wood with his shortsword that had a sawback to it and busting open a crate to see if the wood would help any with the repairs.
"Moin Moin, Fuchsie. That there's too thin. We'll hafta cut some trees down and make repairs from that. I'll go chat up the Skipper." Landrik groggily greeted the usually calmly enthusiastic man - however odd that would sound for anyone who had never met him. Fuchs just nodded as he continued getting rid of the destroyed wood and placing the remains in a crate for kindling. Landrik saw the precarious rocks below, but managed to hop and skip from one to the next towards the sands where most of the crew were gathered covered in blankets and sipping on something that resembled coffee. It was rather chilly out here, unprotected from the winds of the seas. Even so, this island had an unearthly stillness to it that would otherwise keep somewhat sane sailors away.
Dietrich's ears perked up as he heard the men murmuring about some singing they heard right before the crash. He had heard of such tales before, but there were usually a lot of false and tall tales that circulated around sailing. Either way, he knew they had a hole in their boat and they weren't going anywhere without proper repairs. Otherwise the sea would just cave it in again anyways. "Heio Cap'n. My boys are looking at your vessel at the moment." Landrik stated to Emil as he lit his pipe with a match. This was a morning tradition he hardly missed out on. "I can get them to start felling trees to make repairs, but I don't recognize this place. We aughta look around and see if there are any folks around or more importantly a proper port to make it easier for repairs." He looked around and saw Carmichal already gathering his comrades and heading into the woods as they stuffed their faces with food. Good. The sooner the better. A heavy wave coming in could crash the ship on the rocks again, making another hole.
Taking a long draw from his pipe, he spoke to the Captain again. "I'll follow ye, Skipper. I've got my sword just in case we run across anything that wants us for breakfast."
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Post by Gar on Nov 14, 2018 16:04:58 GMT -6
Gar tossed, turned and shivered for the majority of the night. He wasn't sure if at any point he was fully asleep. The morning came soon and Gar sat up groggily. He listened to Emil's words, processing slowly as his brain woke up. The pirate reached out for his shirt and boots. He began dressing by trying his boots, kicking some loose sand around in the process. Then he rolled the shirt over his torso and extended his arms through the sleeves. He proceeded to roll the short sleeves up over his deltoids. Finally, he untied and retied the turquoise bandanna on his head. It had grown loose over the course of the night.
First thing was first, Gar sought out a cup of fresh water from a nearby supply barrel. He downed one cup then grabbed a second. After drinking the second, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Adventure time. Naturally, Gar searched for Aeos so they could explore the island together, as they had done back in Vinland. Gar scanned the resting bodies on the shoreline to see if he recognized any of them as the Nabatan.
The pirate noticed Emil sending Carmichal onto some mission. He quickly got volunteers for assistance. Gar also assumed some of the patrons who set out on this venture in order to find a thrilling experience would need a bodyguard of sorts. So the pirate volunteered his services. "I'm going to be heading into the woods. I want to see if I can't find anything interesting. Feel free to come with if any of you thrill-seekers think you might need some protection." Gar noted a couple of volunteers walking up to join his small party.
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Aeos
Dragon
A Nabatan Dragon in human guise, with a love of food and traveling.
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Post by Aeos on Nov 14, 2018 19:42:10 GMT -6
The young dragon kept his word as best as he could. He kept his eyes open and locked into the wilds of the island, while his crew mates slept. The whole island set off all sorts of internal alarm bells. The scent of the island was weird. He couldn't place his finger on why it was so weird. He also kept questioning the singing he heard. The singing that he KNEW he heard, but the other seemed to have not.
The exhaustion of the battle started to rear it's ugly head somewhere around the two am mark. The dragon's breathing became labored and he was forced to cut himself off from the magic of his stone. The second he did that the world around him began to dull. He shook his head and pulled himself up onto his feet. He was careful to move around the snoring group of bodies and eventually pulled himself away from the fire. He stretched himself somewhat and decided that he needed to think of something else to keep him awake. He quietly pulled himself away from the group some more. Just when he was out of sight from most of the torches, he decided to strip down, and wade into the cold sea water. When he was waste deep into the water he dunked his head into the salty sea and quickly pulled it out. He let his hair whip around his head until it came out onto his back in a chilly splash. He took another breath then knelt deeper into the water until it was at his shoulders. He kept his back towards the shore and tapped into the powers of his stone just a bit more then usual. He could feel his skin turn into scales and his eyes and face morph into something not all together human. He dunked his head fully under the water and let out a yell. A yell that was masked by the waves and the water itself.
He pulled his head back out of the water and returned to a more human appearance. He turned around and returned back onto the shore. He wrung himself dry as best as he could before putting his clothes back on and returned to the warmth of the fire. To any of those who saw him leave, would have noted he was gone no more than five minutes. He felt better now. No longer constrained by the nerves and fear of the mysterious island.
When morning came the dragon was still awake. He moved with the early risers of the day. He went out into the wilds and gathered some more wood for the fire. And helped make a simple breakfast with whatever ration they had on board on the ship. He helped himself to a hard boiled egg and some water. And waited for what ever command the captain would give him.
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