After floating for days—weeks--it’s difficult to tell from the salt water-induced delirium--I woke on a beach with barnacles attached to places they shouldn’t.
Once I had my bearings, I began to explore the coast.
I quickly found a rowboat.
It appeared to be in impeccable condition.
Before I could examine the boat, a huge tidal wave hit me and washed me off to sea. When the current carried me a few hundred metres, I heard a voice say “nuh-uh-uh,” as though admonishing a child. Not two seconds later, I hit… nothing. An invisible barrier of sorts. Suddenly, I heard a tune… two notes repeating over and over again. I saw a dorsal fin head directly towards me. As the shark neared the boat, the music became louder and louder. Then, large jaws clamped around my torso.
The fight wasn’t long. I tore out part of its gills. However, I lost consciousness before I could watch it bleed to death.
When I woke again, I was back on shore. I saw that somebody left an unlabelled backpack with a portable computer, a flashlight, and a canteen. I turned on the computer to see who owned it. Then, I would find the owner and make him tell me how to leave this place. I was surprised to find the items were for me.
According to the computer, I am to help a group of people make a meal out of a swan’s egg? What tripe is this? For starters, who is this “Island” and how does he know my name? Perhaps he’s one of those Watchers that the traitor told me about, but they are only glorified peeping toms. Watchers can’t be capable of spontaneous tsunamis, invisible barriers and musical sharks…
…and a telephone pole-sized statue with an erection equal in size to its height. I have never seen a tribe that used a method like this for deforestation.
Anyway, I will find you, “Island,” and for your sake, you had better tell me how to return to Seacover! If you do, you will only die for your previous efforntery. I have places to go and a certain person to decapitate. Revenge waits for no one!