[h2]Team Farm[/h2]

"Right," Fletcher shook his head, "Just… don't start a fight over my sheep. Please."

With that, the man was happy to leave them 'til the morning – and through the long, boring hours of watching sheep doing nothing except, eventually, sleeping. Whatever the curse was didn't seem to be doing anything through the overnight watch… save for the slowly-worsening condition of the already-sickened sheep.

Fortunately, the study of the curse wasn't entirely fruitless: although the curse being on the livestock directly had already been ruled out, it did serve to confirm that the curse was anchored to the [i]land[/i] somewhere.

On the other hand, it was a farm. There was quite a lot of that.

"Well, do you want to see the pastures?"