A/N: Namaste and all that! So hopefully for the few people who have read this little story will enjoy where things will be heading because I plan to write a lot of stuff here. If anything it's going to be a long series so hopefully I can get a good following by the time it ends. So here we go…

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He had not moved from the ashy remains of his campfire until the sun had broken through the watery eastward sky. When the first few rays splashed over the island Simon finally looked up and peered up the beach and into the jungle in front of him. Not one thing had moved since last night and none of the wandering creatures of the night had shown up either, the man was alone on the beach. Alone with whatever moved through the jungle and the figure that drifted through the tree line, always facing away from him and standing in shadows.

As the sun continued to rise over the horizon and cast a golden glow across the island Simon felt a bit better and found himself slowly standing up. Looking around he quickly snatched up his backpack and tossed in the lumps of coal and the stone cylinder and placed them back inside along with the flint and tinder and the small ax. Strapping the backpack on Simon looked around and started to head towards the streamlet that was down the beach, deciding it would be a good place to start.

Trudging through the sand Simon started to move along the curve towards the stream when he stared down the beach and noticed something. The strip of sand quickly curved outwards and stretched along letting him see that it was a much larger island then he thought. As he marched towards the streamlet he could see that the island did eventually curve making what almost seemed to be a circle of land.

However his thoughts about the strange form of the island were cast away when he heard the splash of water and looked down. In his observation of the island Simon had wandered off into the small streamlet and when he looked down his eyes grew wide with shock. When he first glanced at the streamlet he fluttered his eyes, assuming that something was screwed up with his eyes, but what he was seeing was real.

The water wasn't running into the ocean as he first thought; it was rolling up the slight curve of the beach. Furrowing his brow Simon looked to see that the water was indeed rolling upstream against gravity and was leading off into the jungle. This bizarre flow of water ran into the greenery under a slight canopy of broad leaved ferns and slinked uphill out of sight. The other end of the stream led into the ocean, or rather the ocean was flowing into it.

Bending down Simon stuck his hand in the flow of water and pulled up a palm full of water. Sipping some of it he gagged and let the water drain from his hand, it was salt water just as he expected. Something was pulling ocean water into the island to something at its very heart; the stream was flowing in reverse. Looking out into the ocean Simon did see the way the water bended and moved towards the beginning of the stream.

Stepping out of the water Simon spun around and looked at the spot where he washed up on to see and even bigger surprise on the beach. From farther down the beach he could see the large stone he had rested against along with a few smaller ones that seemed to be strewn across the beach. However, viewing it from the back Simon could see that the stones were all very tall and sleek and had something in common.

Together they formed five large stone fingers, reaching skywards.

Shaking his head Simon wheeled around and quickly hurried away, he had heard stories about ruins. Back on the Discreet a few of the crewmen had told stories about how strange things happened around ancient ruins. While most of them deal with demons and moving flames Simon had picked up that strange things could happen around ancient ruins. He imagined that perhaps on this uncharted corner of the world the stories of vaporous shadows and burning lights may be a bit more possible.

Trekking down the beach Simon moved along the curve of the island which always seemed to be on a curve; perhaps he was right when thinking the island was a circle. In face the beach he was on was curved with no straight stretch of sand anywhere, what was this place?

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge as if someone was watching him. Halting in his tracks he could feel eyes staring at him and observing him and then he slowly turned around to look down the beach. The feeling jolted when he wheeled around and spotted a figure watching him far down the beach barely visible but still clear as day.

Simon could see the figure was wearing all white with large black boots. Everything about the observer was strange with ripped Tinkerday cloaks wrapped around him and a silvery cape brought in from the Islands of Ry'leh. He remembered that people only wore pure white on the holiday of Tinkerday and he could also remember stealing a cargo load of clothing from Ry'leh, but it was an odd combination. The figure also had a bright silver pin on one of its white cloaks that was in the shape of a single unblinking eye.

Stumbling over in surprise Simon found himself on the sand an instant later and frantically looked up to see the figure was gone. Staring down the beach t where the strange vision was standing he could see that there was nothing but empty air, not a single sign of life. Slowly picking himself up Simon carefully took a few steps backwards and kept his eyes on the beach, trying to see if the figure would appear again.

Turning around Simon let out a scream as he jumped back, the figure was there almost as expected but Simon still felt a leaping fear in his chest. This time the shape dressed in white was in front of him standing only a few yards down the beach in another streamlet running into the jungle. Eyes wide Simon could see that the figure had its back to him and that water seemed to be dripping off it, streams of ocean water came from the wide white sleeves of the Tinkerday clothes.

The worst thing was that there was something very familiar about the figure.

He blinked once as he took a few staggering steps away and when he opened his eyes the figure was gone, as if it had never been there at all. Shaking his head Simon stared down at stream the shape had been standing in, he could see that there was something stuck between two rocks under the surface. Was it something the figure had left behind?

Reaching down into the second reverse river Simon could see that stuck between two black rocks was a bit of metal glimmering in the sunlight. Taking it out from the rocks he could see that it was a golden ring with a bright symbol carved on it that looked like a looping band. As Simon looked over the golden surface of the ring he could see that there was a word carved into the gold, a name slightly obscured by muck.

Running his thumb over the surface of the ring Simon started to uncover the ring and the name. ISA- He stopped as realization struck him sending a chill down his spine, the ring was supposed to be at the bottom of the ocean and he knew that for a fact. Starring down at the golden band like it was some putrid muck he hurtled it out towards the sea in shock and watched as it spiraled through the air and plunged into the sea.

As he started to walk away from the second reverse river he took a few glances around again, not looking for the figure but to see what other haunting surprises this island would bring forth.

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A/N: Hey guys sorry for the delay but it's up now and I hope you've enjoyed! Until next time!

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