Krit's Islander Career

2: On Track

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Krit's heart had been pounding against his chest, It felt so uncomfortable for the poor person.

He couldn't move, And could only lie there, On the soft, Warm sand, Feeling as the sunlight gently brushed away the cold that remained in his body.

At least, His stomach was filled by the meal, But he still felt weak, And honestly, If there wasn't anything to do for the day, He'd rather just lay on the comfy shores... And just have the light sea breeze caress his face... But there was something to do, Something important, A matter of whether he would go through the same traumatic events again or not.

Groaning a bit, He slowly sat up, Feeling some pain coming from the stomach... But he also felt oddly hopeful for the day. He already ate, And if he just try hard enough, Things would probably get better, Maybe living on the island won't be so bad after all.

He shakily stood up, Making sure an orthostatic hypotension doesn't occur, And once he did, There was a pile of red liquid in front of him, sunken deep into the sand, With some scales scattered on top, Glistening from the daylight...

...Krit would rather not relive everything and throw up at the moment, So he just took the old fishing rod, And walked away, Back to the grass fields, For worms, Again.

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There aren't any cloud in the sky, But the temperature was just fine. Warm, Comfy, Without going over the top, It's almost soothing after all that happened.

Krit was crawling around, With sounds coming out of his abdomen from time to time. However, He didn't feel any discomfort from it, The pain he felt earlier was gone, In fact, He barely felt anything other than the vibration...

...It kinda reminded him of yesterday, When the same things were happening... He's glad he has a completely different mindset now, But still, It seemed to him that he'd probably never be able to escape the past.

"...One day in... And already got traumatized... Really...?"

He sighed as the thought beckoned in his mind. Something moved inside the grass, Krit dug around, And pulled a tiny worm out of the soil, Smaller than the last, But it would do the job.

Setting his legs back onto the beach... Taking in some air... It doesn't feel the same. Krit wanted to feel the same peacefulness he felt when it all began, But alongside the pile of blood, It's nowhere to be found...

...Wait... Where did the blood go?

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Honestly, Krit liked it this way, It's probably a good thing, As he wouldn't have to stand some extra mental torture while fishing, And maybe even enjoy the time.

With the bait on the hook, And the hook in the sea, Krit sat down... He didn't know how to even feel anymore, And he was thinking, Trying to line things up.

"...There isn't a restaurant, And nobody seemed to be a cook... How do these people even eat?"

...Drowning in questions... 

...A fish was caught...

...Buried in the deep sea of the mind...

...It took less effort to pull it up this time, And as expected, It's smaller than the one that...