Return To The Mysterious Island

= Chapter 1 =

By zombiepandachan

I'm alive

My name's Amu

I'm a solo navigator sailor on a mission to achieve the Jules Verne trophy.

I'd run into heavy winds in the south pacific when a huge wave knocked me over board. I fought through the pitch-black until the waves carried me onto a beach. Amazingly, I felt alive, that I had survived.

My head… why does it feel cooler than the rest of my body? I opened my eyes a little and shifted my head to see what was above me. There stood a teenage girl, about sixteen or seventeen, four to five years younger than me, in a grey devil-like outfit. I only got a short look at her but I could still make out only her most basic features: She had long grey-almost-white hair tied into two pigtails. Her flawless skin was also grey… and a little see-through. Is…is she a ghost? She suddenly turned and disappeared, leaving my head in the hot sun.

Am I hallucinating? I must be, there's no way ghosts exist, or teenage girls wear outfits like that. But it's strange, I feel like I'm being watched…

I quickly lifted myself from the white sand of the beach to see the remains of her grey bat-like wings disappear. I stood fully up and took in my surroundings and an evaluation of myself.

My clothes were mostly okay, just a few rips here and there, nothing I couldn't fix. I also had all of my gadgets with me, my water proof phone, my watch, knife, matches, water purifying tablets , my pocket-sized sewing kit, my anemometer (for measuring wind), barometer (for measuring atmospheric pressure), and thermometer (for measuring temperature). Somehow, all of my tools kept dry, making me feel lucky that I had decided to keep them in my sailing jacket in the first place. I also still had my backpack on me, the two arm straps still intact and the ones that came across my chest and stomach were still tight, with no sign of breaking anytime soon. I ran a finger through my hair; my short bubble-gum pink hair was a mess, the two to three inch strands sticking out all over the place making me look like a guy. The salt water creating natural curls in it.

My lock. Where is my lock? The Humpty Lock that had been passed down in my family to the eldest girl for generations. The lock that acted as a mood-teller. The Lock that had a missing key. I patted down my pockets and searched through my bag. 'whereintheworldisit?DidIleaveitonmyboat?' I reached into my bag again to the safest pocket in the bag. Unzipping it I put my hand inside and circled my hand around the Humpty lock. I exhaled deeply, sighing with relief. I pulled it out and placed it around my neck.
I then had a look at my surroundings.

In front of me was a big cliff face ten metres from the edge of the tide, almost completely covered with vines and leaves. To my left, a hundred or so metres away was a large arched rock that connected to part of the cliff face. Near that was a valley that I assumed lead up to the top of the cliff. closer to me near the rock there was an old boat hull with only the spine showing. In my other direction was just more beach.

…Am I on a deserted island, or an inhabited land?

I tested out walking, leftfoot,rightfoot,leftfoot,rightfoot, yeah… seems okay. I walked over to the cliff face and looked around. On two rocks embedded in the cliff I found two birds eggs in each nest and took them, placing them carefully in my backpack. I looked down to the ground, what'sthis?On the ground I found a rusty key. It looked really old and there were intricate designs engraved on either side. Not like my lock though. Also on the ground I found some wet seaweed, if I dried that I could use as a fire starter. Then I heard a rock crumble, some of the dust and small parts of the rock fell on my head.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed, looking up.

"…It's you!" there on the cliff stood the ghost bat girl…or was it? Just like the devil-girl she had two long white tinted grey pigtails, except this girl was the opposite, an angel. She had two big angelic wings and a ballet tutu made of fabric, not tulle. Before I knew it she had turned around and disappeared through a patch of vines in the rock.

"Hey… wait!" I yelled to the angel-ghost, but I got no reply, she didn't even turn around.

Disappointed, I wandered over to the archway. While I was here I used my knife to cut the top part of the boat hull away and placed it in my backpack. In one direction was the mountain pass, going up to the top of the cliff, and through the arch, another, smaller beach. Looking at the arch itself I saw a large fish, big enough to eat, trapped in a smaller rock pool near the bottom. Also, on the rock that blocked the view of the sea I spotted three oysters, just seeing them made my stomach grumble, telling me that I hadn't eaten for a day or so, I'm not sure. I removed my knife from its sheath in my belt and cut the oysters away from the wall. I added them to my backpack where I had put the eggs. I had decided that I would find some fire wood and make a fire to cook the oysters and eggs, maybe the fish.

I walked out through the arch to the smaller beach. On the sand was a huge, beautiful turtle, flinging sand behind it into a small hole in the sand.

'I wonder what turtle eggs taste like?' I thought.

I walked over to the edge of the beach to a forest-like area. There were about fifty or so palm trees before the beach continued.

*thump* what was that? I was a few metres in the shade when I heard a noise. I slowly turned around to see that the noise was only a fallen coconut. I exhaled heavily with relief and went to pick up the coconut.
*thump* there it was again, I turned back to face the middle of the forest and went to pick up another fallen coconut. this one, unlike the other, was green and still unripe. As I ventured further into the area I came across two crabs feasting on a porcupine carcass. I waited until they had both turned and had faced the carcass when I caught them. I figured that they would be a nice addition to go with my oysters and fish. I also took the carcass; I'd find something to do with it. I also picked up some palm leaves which I could use for my fire.

Seeming as I couldn't find any more fallen coconuts or anything else useful I went back to the arch, not before stepping, accidentally on the patch where the buried turtle eggs were- or so I thought. Kneeling in the sand I started to dig up the spot, to discover an old chest. I used the key and unlocked it, to find only a damaged telescope and some silver coins. If I had some copper coins, a lemon and a few other things, I could make a Volta battery. Speaking of batteries, my phone! I took it out of the zipped pocket in my jacket and turned it on.

"…bummer…" The batteries are too low to call anyone; I doubt I'd get a signal anyways. My phone also had a GPS and a news channel. The batteries were also too low to use the GPS, but there was only just enough charge to see the news.

Solo voyager Amu Hinamori missing at sea

Solo voyager, Amu Hinamori has been reported missing after not reaching her checkpoint at New Zealand. Her family are extremely worried as Amu is their oldest daughter. The 21 year old has always dreamed of achieving the Jules Verne trophy after having an obsession with reading his books. She also—

I didn't get to read the rest of the news article before I lost the last of the battery.

"damn…" oh well, nothing lasts forever, I should of listened to my boyfriend and mother when they told me to recharge my phone before I left. Whydidn'tIlisten? I don't know…

I'm feeling weak; I should cook the things I've found to eat. I know! I'll go back to that alcove in between the stone arch and the mountain pass. I stood up from the sand and walked back to the stone arch, not before picking up some amadou (highly flammable fungus) from some rocks near the arch.

Walking back to the small alcove I realized that I still hadn't caught the fish, and I needed a fishing rod, or something like it to catch it. I decided to go up the inland path, immediately finding some acacia thorns which I could throw in the fire and bend, I also found a piece of flint, which would save me from using my matches, and a small copper plaque 'Nautilus 1860' Oh. My. God. Is this the same Nautilus from the Jules Verne classics? The huge submarine that is from one of my favourite books? The same 70 metre long, cigar shaped boat? I doubt it… but if it was, that would be amazing!

Near where I found the plaque I found some worms, which I could use for my bait on the left side of the path. I continued further up the path and started to climb up, only at the top to find multiple logs blocking the path.

'I'm too weak; I need to eat before I move them…'

On the post that seemed to hold some of the branches up I found a carved forked branch. This island is so strange, lots of already made stuff… the plaque, the boat, the chest, the post and the key. I also took a thin vine I found hanging across the

I walked back down to the alcove and combined the palm leaves and the amadou for a fire starter. Then I used the flint with my knife to create sparks which lit the amadou and palm leaves, I then added the piece of wood from the boat hull, to complete the fire. I sat in small cave with the soot-lined walls, just staring into the fire, watching the flames dance around, the bright orange mixing in with the blue from the salt of the wood, the glowing red embers of the palm leaves and the amadou.

I threw the acacia thorns into the fire, knowing that the heat bends them; I also put the oysters in there which eventually opened them, and ate them. I then decided that I would take the bent acacia thorns; combine them with the thin vine, worms and the forked branch and I had a make shift fishing pole! I immediately went down to the small rock pool and caught the fish. I took it back to the fire and used a stick I found to skewer it with. I held it over the fire, quietly singing a tune to myself as I waited for it to cook.

"I come from the salt water people

We always live by the sea,

Now I'm down here, living in the city,

With my man, and the family

My Island home, My Island home

My Island home is waiting for me…Mm…Fish"

I peeled the skin and scales off the fish and tore off the fins and tails and took a bite of the now-cooked fish. I continued to hum the Christine Anu song while finishing my meal.

"Great, now that that's done, let's go move those logs!

Ayo.

Just a slight update and edit, less drabble here and you know.

This story for those who want to know is based off a game by Kheops Studio and The Adventure Company.
The first few chapters will be very close to the beginning of the game, but this will veer off onto a different story path later on.

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