Isolated

The Prisoner

A cold sweat covered Sebastian's body. He sat up and the bed frame under him creaked under the shift of his weight. His fever had broken and now he was drenched. He looked around and saw he was in a large open room. There were several beds, many small tables, and a wash basin set up by the bed he woke up in. He got up slowly and walked to the basin, to his relief it had water in it. He drank his fill and splashed the cool water on the back of his neck.

He looked at the door, he couldn't tell if it was locked or not. There was a small window up too high to look out of unless he stood on a table. It let in a golden sunlight that shone down on the wooden planked floor under his feet.

Sebastian sat back down in the thin mattress and the ropes groaned again under his body. How long had he been asleep? He remembered little after the boat was brought ashore.

Their medicine man, he remembered him. Perhaps he gave him something that made his mind foggy or even something to make him sleep for days.

And the girl. He remembered her. Her long blonde hair was dripping wet. Her freckled nose and wide eyes. But after that, his memories felt like they were hidden behind a veil.

But one thing he knew without a doubt.

He'd found the island.

According to his maps, this had to have been it. This had to have been the island he'd spent over a year looking for. He thought for sure he was going to die when his fuel and food were all used up and water was almost gone. But by some miracle, he washed up on this island. And he knew in his gut this was it and that all of his work wasn't in vain.

He found the island.

Sebastian couldn't believe it. Now maybe he could get some answers of what went wrong.

Before he could get too deep into thought the door unlocked and Sebastian sat up a little straighter. An older man with a long beard walked through the door. He wore a simple white shirt and stared down at Sebastian, his arms crossed over his chest. He stared at Sebastian and he knew it had to be some kind of tactic. But his head felt too dizzy to try and even play this man's game. 

After what felt like moments passed the man finally spoke, "Who are you?"

Sebastian swallowed a dry knot in his throat, his head started to ache and he leaned back against the wall, feeling lightheaded.

"Grant, sir. Sebastian Grant." He watched to see if his name would spark any recognition but the mountain of a man kept his expression trained of neutral.

"How did you find us?"

"It was an accident. I got off course and ran out of fuel and food. I didn't even know there was any land here, your island isn't on any maps."

The lie rolled off his tongue without hesitation.

The man knelt down and grabbed Sebastian's face in his giant hand. He roughly turned his face from side to side. He pulled him closer and stared into his soul, Sebastian felt his skin crawl under the gaze of his devoid eyes.

"So what then shall we do with you?" There was a bone-chilling tone to his voice and Sebastian felt as if he was in the clutches of wickedness in human form.

"Let me live, sir. I can leave peacefully or I can stay peacefully. I mean no harm to your people."

"Where did you come from?"

"The Seas of course."

"Which one?"

So they know enough. Sebastian thought to himself.