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"Looks like we ain't the first here." Verdant whistled as she eyed the skeleton, before turning her glance somewhere else. The woods felt ancient in a way, but there's no threat in the direct vicinity. As much as a wild forest can contain no threat anyway - who knows what insect or illness lurk all around them. But for whatever responsible over the poor sod underwater, well, chance were it's no longer around.

"Fella likely died further upstream. The corpse bloat and float down until it burst and sink here some time ago. Cant be sure how long, but it takes time for moss to grow on the shirt." Another mystery, then. What was upstream? Would there be other people? Yet a community wouldn't normally leave their dead out like that. "We should take a closer look. Mayhaps guess what exactly done him in."

Wild animal, or other people? Wild animal bold or desperate enough to attack humans wouldn't waste the meat, and wouldn't toss the remains into a water source. People, then? Hopefully people. Maybe there's a way out of this island sooner after all.

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Preparing, huh? Yeah, Verdant will prepare alright. Glancing around, she settled next to a relatively flat rock before rummaging through the bundle of makeshift bag - carefully not to reveal the serpent skull. There's no need to invite weird questions, even if the people around seems to treat the man with severed goat head with nonchalance.

She fished out a series of colorful lace, salvaged from a weird dress that was more lace than fabric and (she was relatively certain) would barely cover any skin when worn. Took a while to disassemble the entire thing, but the lace was strong and stretch-resistant. It would make for decent rope once she's done braiding them into form.

First thing first, though. A few of the shorter length was braided together into a sling, the tapping sounds of a sharp rock echoed as she used a particularly sharp piece to trim the length. The resulting sling was... offensively colorful, but functional enough. Sure beat having to identify, harvest, and braid the local plants that she had no experience with.

Those coconut leaves looked promising though. Something to check out in the future.

Newfound weapon loosely wrapped around her dominant arm, Verdant set on to crate the rope. Wouldn't be too long, in the end. Probably a bit longer that she's tall, and even if it's longer she'd probably not trust her weight to it. But eh, beggars cant be choosers.

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Verdant glanced at the offered hand for perhaps a teeny bit too long for it to be proper. Ah, this was one of those weird human custom wasn't it? Not the first time she encountered it, though usually she refuse random touching like this. But the situation kinda calls for it, ugh.

"...I'll do my best."

Suppressing a shudder and with a businesslike fake smile, the snake shook the hunter's hand as she suppressed goosebumps. Her own instinct screamed at her to lunge forward or away, but the animalistic influence was muted in this form. She'll be fine, yep.

She did broke contact perhaps a bit too fast to be properly polite, but that's already way better than her average encounter.

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"I'll go with you." Verdant, after some deliberation, decided to join the exploratory team. "I'm in better shape than most of everyone here." She added as an afterthought, just in case someone would contest the claim. As unlikely as it were. It wasn't even a lie, she's in remarkable shape.

It was simple risk-reward, really. The horned woman seems to be the best fighter out of the group, so it's better to stick around her. The unknown in the island didn't sit quite right with the serpent, and sooner she figured it out the better her odds. And should things went south, she's confident enough to slither out of any tight spot with three big slow humans taking the attention of whatever nasties were further inland.

That's as good as it could get, really. Not to mention that if the nobleman's attention fell on her for whatever reason she may ends up gutting the pig where he stood, so best to be away as soon as possible.

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"As far as not dying goes, food and water and shelter ain't difficult to find." In a rare streak of good mood, Verdant contributed to the discussion through a mouthful of fish. "No rescue's coming anytime soon though. We must've drifted quite far southward."

Going back to civilization would be harder, but by no means impossible. Enough sailors survived, that if they were able to somehow kludge together a large enough barge there's a good chance for them to simply paddle back to civilization. Navigation should be their strong suit, right? Though, another storm can easily smash them back to this island. Maybe she wont be as lucky at that time.

Shrugging, the serpent sat back down and stopped talking. Two sentences was all the socializing she's willing to provide for the moment.

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"Who knows? Could be some man-eating tribal folks on the other side. Or some abomination from ancient times. Or just a huge stretch of nothing but ticks and leeches. Ain't in a hurry to find out." Ooh, free food. Cooked food, how nice. If she'd know she wouldn't have eaten that raw fish, but eh. More nutrient never hurt. Habitually wiping the slime which only served to spread the stain further along the sackcloth, Verdant tottered to snatch one of the grilled fish and blew into it.

Yep, a huge improvement. Now if only they had spice.

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Verdant glared at the impertinent man as if he just claimed that the world is round or something equally ridiculous, slapping the errant hand away with her leftover fish. "Finders keepers." Who cares if the thing was pre-owned? She found it, it's hers now. If the previous owner tried to claim it she didn't mind shanking a bitch.

Eyeing at the mostly eaten carcass, the serpent tossed it off to the nearest bush and wiped her hand on the orange sackcloth. It didn't help much, the garment still too drenched to properly remove the fishy slime, but that can be fixed with a few more wipes.

Probably.

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"You again- wait, how did you even find that thing?" One would've expected the wheelchair to sink into the depth alongside the ship, among other things. It's probably not the strangest thing this metal man had been showing, but Verdant didn't quite cared enough to worry about it. "My old clothing got shredded quite thoroughly. Found this floating not far from here."

Why were she even talking to this man anyway? Because he's showing to be difficult to kill? Perhaps. One could never lack of meat shield, but quality ones were difficult to find.

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"Pah. Weakling." Verdant scoffed at the woman, who evidently wouldn't survive a week by herself out here. Good riddance, really. There's no place for the weak out in the wild. "Where are you even looking, all these should burn rather well." She gestured vaguely at the bunch of fallen coconut leaves, many already brown and dried. Actually, a fire could be dangerous? It could spread far with the amount of combustible scraps all around.

The snake didn't really like large fire. It messed with her senses a bit too much.

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Well, ain't this just lovely. These people cant be awake for more than an hour and they started fighting already. Verdant's inner scale tilted toward abandoning the group, but since she's already here might as well stick around for a bit longer.

"Fuck's going on here?" She asked the nearest person, having crept close enough to converse while everyone's attention was on the commotion. One would've expected the offensively bright orange of her makeshift sackcloth to attract more attention on the approach, but everyone's probably too exhausted or something.

The snake took another bite of her fish. As human as she looked on the outside, she still shared some overlap to the serpentine ancestry - among other things, her digestion was way less fussy than a human could ever be.

Tasted like crap though. Tastebuds can be such a disadvantage at times, but beggar cant be chooser.