[@Dusksong] [@Pyromaniacwolf] [hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"Conceding to the call of fresh water, there is an eagerness and excitement in you that is hard to contain as you kneel beside it. The fount, streaming up from the stones and bubbling up, almost welcomes you with the crystal clear, cool flow it rises with, its tranquil twinkling sound filling your ears as it spills its contents over the sides; a celebratory cup of nature's provisions runneth over. The drink is much needed and soon would only be more so as the heat of the day begins to rise again but for now? Now you drink happily and with pleasure, thankful that your hands can cup such a treasure on this lonesome island."

"For all your worries and suspicions, safety seemed to be your companion for the time being; further away from the sea which had reached out to claim a doomed sailor as yourself. However, as you wipe clean the water from your lips with a wrist, you realize that while there may be water, there exist still no shortage of other threats to you. Or so your suspicions go, as exposure to starvation, all these worries were quite real. So the next question was,[i] now what?[/i]"