Beldaire Island - The Shore

Thadius Patches always loved a damn good story... And when he got back home, he would certainly have one to tell. The very wrinkled, very nude, one eyed man opened up his eye and gave a groan. He could feel the sand against his cheek and in places where sand should not be. What the hell had happened? He gave a chuckle despite this odd predicament of his, and moved to his feet. After several minutes of confusion, the inn keep gave a cackle of glee! The lass hadn't been lying about the mushrooms after all Indeed, the prior night had been spent frolicking through the woods like a beast, stoned as hell off of the mushrooms he had dumped into his soup. And he still didn't seem to care that it had happened!

In fact, he was cackling some more as he went in search of something to cover his parts with... It was immediately clear he was stranded somewhere! Wouldn't do for him to get a sun burn on his most precious asset, now would it? “Fweeheehee... Eh... ehhhh... Well...” He scratched at his head through the plume of white that was his hair and did a few jiggles, smacking the sand off of his arse. “Heheh... eh...” A quick glance around, and he spotted a palm tree that he could get some leaves from....

When he made it there, he tapped at his chin and tried to figure out how to climb the plant.

Vale had been at an unease during the first few days of their travel. The ocean was not a feature of the world that called to him, but through necessity he forced himself to fight through his seasickness and continue. No... It wasn't seasickness... It wasn't nausea, or dizziness... It was a lingering feeling of danger. As though a predator had stalked a prey over great distances.

As the boat hit the shore, Vale made sure he was one of the first few who disembarked; dropping over the edge and hitting the sand while the water was still deep enough to reach his thighs. He peered back out at the impossibly endless body of water that comprised the sea and furrowed his brows at the shadows he could see in the distance. Any number of possible ocean-dwelling creatures could have been responsible for those obstructions of light - any number of fish. Yet for Vale, they simply weren't.

He sighed, wading up to dry land and watching as the others disembarked. He gave them a smile. "Rather a pretty place, isn't it? I had no idea this was here."

    "What the..."
    His face contorted in a confused sort of borderline to horror, the lead bandit off the boat gazes at Thadius as if some kind of ethereal being had washed up on shore and condemned them all to hell.

    "Aaaaand, that's it, time to leave--"
    "Wait, hold on... I think he wants somethin'..."
    "He's mad!"
    "..Probably a cast away.."

    Sure enough, Thadius came up to them and began his surprisingly determined monologue. Separated from his inn? And what in the hell was a Strutting Rooster?
    The men found themselves basically confused, but slowly coming to the consensus that this was a person who had been wildly... displaced. By... magic?

Vale peered at the senile and quite obviously insane old man with a raised brow as he took from his shoulders one of the two cloak-like sheets he wore in the wild. He rolled it up into a ball, then cast it at Thadius so he had at least something to wear. "The Strutting Rooster? I've heard of that, I think," he explained to Wolfgang. "In fact, I believe we go close by on the way to my destination. I see little harm in taking him along, but it is of course up to you and your crewmates."

The sound of soft, feminine laughter could be heard in the distance, as well as splashing! And then there were the very faint strains of one of the most beautiful sounding songs one could hear, coming from around a cliff face toward the east. The urge to follow the sound would probably be strong, especially for men who were used to being out on sea for a time...

"I believe the Strutting Rooster Inn is on the main land, so how this senile old man got out here I have no idea," Vale told Wolfgang. "This likely means that we don't have far to go. Unless some magic brought him here, I can't see us being more than a few more days away."

He went silent then, his ears pricking up the sound of singing and music. It felt unusually enticing, despite his inner warnings of impending danger. Was this dread connected to the feeling of being stalked upon the ocean surface? He had to investigate.. Though the more he listened, the more he actually wanted to.

He made his way east without another word, moving towards the cliff face.

A small bunch of sand rose from the ground, forming a disk shape. A second later, Engara and Sampson popped up out of nowhere. The sand morphed around their bodies, setting them down gently.

Engara began to rise from his sleep, stretching his arms out wide. The young boy was now well rested and energized. Sampson, the baboon, would also rise from his sleep. They both would take a look around, acknowledging they were no longer in the Misty Woods.

Engara looked over at Sampson who was two feet away and smirked. Engara leaned over and slapped Sampson on the face. Sampson returned the favor, smacking Engara. The two jumped up and began to yell and laugh.

"Well, this is the land in my dreams. If it's like my dreams, we're in paradise! WOOHOO!" Engara told Sampson.

Engara and Sampson would do what they needed to first. The two went to building a shelter on a high spot. Sampson done a majority of the work, Engara just found the wood and vines to do so. Once Engara got everything Sampson needed for the shelter, he would take off hunting.

Engara pulled out two throwing stars. After pulling out the stars, Engara went into the the jungle to find something for food. Engara, being a shinobi, was trained for minor hunting. It wouldn't take long before he had caught three rabits and was back to camp. The hardest part was the next part.

When Engara returned, Sampson had built a small little shack. It wasn't perfect, but it would keep them safe and dry at night. Outside of it, Sampson took some stones and made a fire pit. He had filled it with dry leaves and branches with a few extremely dry logs. All that was left was to find a way to start fire.

Sampson would sniff around, probably searching for certain minerals or such that could possibly spark. A few minutes later Sampson returned with two rocks. Sampson began to hit them together over the dry debris. It took a long while, but eventually the dry coconut fuzz would spark. The two took turns puffing, and in moment, they had a fire.

For now, Sampson and Engara would call this home. They were exhausted and ready to eat. When the rabbits were ready, the two would eat quickly and go back to their interupted sleep. Hopefully this time they could rest for awhile.

As the two headed into the shack, Engara pulled out a small scroll. When it unraveled, it was a flag with a phoenix and a star on it. It was a protection scroll from The Phoenix State, alerting them if someone is outside by letting off a boom and flashbang. They had no need to rush anything, so why not enjoy the beautiful beach weather today.

Over a months time had passed for Engara and Sampson. In this month, a small group of pirates had landed. Construction had took place, and lots of laziness.

The pirates who landed were met with force from Sampson and Engara. After Engara took out the top three, the others decided it was best to join Engara. This put a total of seventeen beings, including Sampson.

The construction that took place was a large dock, about two hundred yards by fifty. It was built with expectations for a building in the middle. On land, everyone had their own cabin. An armory was hidden under the ground. Around the entire village was a twelve foot log wall with a mote that was dug that filled with ocean water. In the water was large spikes.

"Well I say a couple of us should go exploring. Any of you know where some treasure is?" Engara spoke.

"Aye, young fella'. The island is filled with booty. Do ya' not know where ye are?" An older pirate spoke, having a wooden leg and a patch on one eye.

"Not the slightest clue. I woke up here and made the best of it." Engara spoke again.

The pirates laughed, and the one spoke again, "Beldaire Island. An island lost in time. That's what we know. So I will go, as will these two."

The small group of five set off into the island. They weren't after anything specific, but treasure woild be nice. Who knows what they would encounter.