[@DocRock] [@Dusksong] [hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"With cold rationale, you decide to break your pitiful camp and gather up what few objects you can carry. First and foremost is your treasured text, which you cannot help but give a halfhearted smile to, knowing that you will not be without something to preoccupy your wandering thoughts from that which unnerves you. Slipped in to the sack, you include the now dried yet still so faintly damp clothes you found and the small lockbox. Seeing as there is nothing else you can carry on your back and averting your eyes briefly from the sea as you consider your flight, you notice something upon the sand where you had rested the goods."

"It seems in the night you had missed it in your rifling through the goods but you discover a silver necklace, upon which hangs an unadorned silver ring. In the dim hours of the morning sun, the fires of the night before lost forever, it glints softly up at you with its reflection and almost asks to be brought along. Perhaps the sentimental situation of realizing you might well be doomed on this island, if not at sea, brought this to mind or it might well be that it has greater importance than you can recall. It might well even be yours but there is absolutely no knowing in this moment as you kneel beside it."