Post by CASTAWAY ADMIN on Nov 20, 2011 22:12:57 GMT -5
“Leave the lost and dead behind,”
For years, there have been stories about great disaster and heartache, due to shipwrecks. Humans would tell these stories to their young and their peers, about how several rugged-looking sailors swam ashore an inhabited island, and battled against the elements until they were brought back to safety. Children would play games about getting lost in the wilderness while they were within their backyards, their imaginations providing a very vague and unrealistic view of what it’s life to survive on your own. People believe surviving on nothing is easy; we think that because we’re intelligent, we can take on the world.
The truth is, we’re wrong.
On June 13th, at exactly 3:34AM, the H. Manning Cruise Ship was reported to have gone off-course. The ship could not be reached by radio any longer, and had headed straight into the eye of a nasty storm. Back on the mainland, people were scurrying about their small quarters, doing everything they could to get a hold of the mighty ship. With nearly thousands of vacationers onboard, it was very, very important to know the whereabouts of the ship.
Despite their futile attempts, they never did get contact with the ship.
It moved right into the heart of the storm and frantic passengers soon all took refuge indoors, as the crew members screamed commands at one another from across the deck. Thunder boomed above the ship as massive waves crashed into the boat without mercy, and all it took was one, single strike of lightning to engulf the southern end of the ship in flames. The fire alarm sent out a shrill, ear-piercing call, successfully awakening majority of the passengers from their slumber. People scurried in waves towards the doorways, screaming and yelling out to their loved ones in a desperate attempt to stay together. The passengers and crew alike were fleeing the boat; either by tiny rescue paddleboats, or simply diving into the raging waters below. It was absolute chaos, as every single person fought to escape the death sentence that their vacation-ship now brought to them. Most of them did escape, by boat or water, and it was once the ship was engulfed in flames, that people started swimming to nowhere in particular. Groups of people grouped together, and they made a desperate swim towards land.
However, people soon began dropping like flies, due to the exhaustion of the great swim. Some were lucky though, and within hours, they dragged their exhausted bodies onto the shore of a massive, uninhabited island. People arrived on the island all over the map, and thus, did not know they were with company. For the days to come the bodies of the deceased washed up to shore, and in what seemed to be a miracle, a few live people, as well. The people that did band together to help one another survive began building shelter and setting up camp, as well as scrounging the beaches for items from the shipwreck that could be useful.
There was only one problem.
At the very north end of the island sits a small, expertly hidden native village. The Tribe has been existing for hundreds of years in hiding, and they aren’t too accustomed to accepting changes. They’re members are used to living within the difficult environment, and have become very accustomed to it.
Will you befriend these so-called “savages,” or make a successful tribe of your own, on this untouched isle?
It’s your choice, but choose wisely; a castaway doesn’t always have it easy.
“Now's your chance to run for cover.”
