The lost Isle of Pantheon

VI Backtrack

The next day the odd group awoke to the smell of baking fruit and seasoned fish with a start. The Owl being nocturnal was out gathering provisions that night for the new family members. "Whooo is hungered my dears? I have come tooo the notion that yooou twooo ate smaller portions than ought to be goood for yooou yesterday. I can't bare the though of you twooo going hungry so I scavenged up a feast of tuna patties and baked honey glazed apples and mangos. Clean yoour plates or ill give yooou twooo house cleaning till we find more appropriate housing."  

Groggily getting up the two guests got shooed to the table. They scarfed down their bountiful breakfast with a conversation of what to do. Being unanimously voted to find the source of creature from yesterday they all cleared the table with an unusual passion.  Trock had decided to go get Romp to help track the prints of the lizard for moles are known as world renown trackers.  They were considered masters in finding anything wanted found, almost magical in there own strange way.

The rabbit and owl volunteered to find a nice ruin that would be suitable for the new guests. Gary would run in one and out the other whispering to himself "To small, to crumbly, to dark, to close..." etc... Patricia found one in a rather beautiful condition, about fifty yards from their abode. To her surprise, she hadn't looked inside of this specific building and found a fully furnished building with manny scrolls. To her dismay, she stumbled upon a skeleton, which was the least expected thing for an abandoned ruin in her mind. "Gerrry, come quickly!" Within the next fifteen seconds his head came around the corner then jumped back with a nickered comment "By the beard of the maker, golly gee a what a poor bloke! An what about that size! The bloody thing is bigger than our friend giant wot, wot!"

Trock at this moment was cutting through the water heading back toward the island he came from. He was focusing on how he was going to get Romp back to the Lost isle. Then it struck him, the boat that they were sent to the island by was still on the island being used as a roof for there shed. As teens they used it as their house roof. Once he had found his way to his cave converted into a beautiful wood carved and supported home. Hollering a thunderous bellow, "Romp, mate wer bein ya?" It took two minutes for Romps head to appear at the entrance of the cave.  Trock quickly gave a detailed rundown of the situation and prepared the few belongings they owned at the same time. Romp instantly took to the idea of him tracking down a murderous group of lizards with a, "Anoy thon thot killdedod on yonion oin bein dead by m' paw."

Alexa started back to her home to collect her forging equipment, so she swam back to the west island because her boat had been stolen. Once she made it to her well-hidden home under a tree she gathered all the iron and tools her brother's boat tripod would hold. The concealed house placed on the left appendage of the isle coast was perfect for fishing and emergency take-offs. With all the tools and material to arm an army she took to the oars and speed back to her new friends abode.        

~Authors Note~ If you guys want more then say so and I'll pick up where I left off. Just gotta make sure ya guys like it so far