elanara
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❝ CHAPTER ONE. ❞
location: an unnamed deserted island, roughly four-hundred nautical miles west of smuggler's bay.
It’s early morning sometime during the seventh month of summer.
Despite just having risen, the sun is already climbing high, and the temperatures are climbing with it. The heat beats down on the sandy beaches unrelentingly, and the humidity — sticky and sweltering — chokes the air.
The survivors of the HMS Intrepid washed ashore sometime during the night. This morning, they wake to many of their crew members missing or dead, their captain included. Not only are they in complete shock from their ship sinking during the treacherous storm and losing their dearest friends, they are still dealing with the psychological effects of something else they witnessed last night.
It’s impossible to deny it, given that they all saw it with their own eyes.
“That thing, whatever it was, was nearly ten times the size of the ship, with big, black eyes and teeth large enough to cut ‘er right in two.”
But they had little time to process everything, because not even an hour later, a set of sails were spotted on the horizon. A heavy sense of dread filled each of their stomachs as they assumed the worst — the French.
Except, the closer the ship got, it became apparent that the colors they were flying weren't the vertical tricolor of red white and blue. In fact, it was something else, and completely unrecognizable.
The ship anchored off the coast. As a pair of boats rowed in, a nervous energy descended upon the crew, as all they could do at this point was sit and wait. Wait to fight, to be taken prisoner, or worse, wait to be killed.