Storm Island Expedition

Ashore

I woke up on the beach to daylight. Soaked, sore, lost. My only company were some debris of the ship's hull, a few broken crates, and the barrel that carried me to the shore.

Checking myself, about the only things left on me were my tool belt, my journal, and the clothes on my back. I wasn't sure if there was something about the island or just my disorientation, but I could not even perform the most basic teleportation spells.

Seems my only option was to walk and survive about the island.
I looked about the wrecked cargo, looking for anything of use. A few packed sets of Steel Armor with a steel sword, Spider Silk Robes and Air Staff, and Studded Leather Armor with a Charge-bow, hardly a useful start, but better than nothing. Other than some rope, a few vials of unbroken potions, and a small crate of rations that were not soaked, there was little else.

I put what I could in my pack, and headed along the shore to the south east. I considered heading north, but it was nothing but a dense swamp. The sand would give me my surest footing for now.

A few hours of walking, the only creatures I saw were snakes, mosquitoes, and a weird looking species of rock crab.  Nothing I couldn't handle.

Around nightfall, I finally saw in the distance a small shack. It looked run down and possibly abandoned. I rushed in and knocked on the door. No one was home. Peaked inside, and saw that it was abandoned; the rotting furniture and layer of sand and dust, no one had lived there in years. Despite that, it was the only shelter for miles, so I decided to stay there for the night.

The next morning, I looked about the shack and the surroundings. In the day light, I could see the remains of a few more shacks, rotten or destroyed boats, a few worn out fishing nets. Apparently the remains of a very small fishing village. Other than some fishing bait, feathers, a few more coils of rope, and firewood, there was nothing of value in the village.

I did find a small bound journal. From the only legible pages, I learned that the few locals were having trouble with their fishing. The reefs even made navigating their small fishing extremely dangerous; several boats were destroyed, and a few people drowned.  The waters were not very rich for fishing close to shore either. A final entry mentioned they would back south east to their home village soon.

When I looked back at my own journal, the entries I just read were magically added to the page, down to the exact same handwriting. Radimus was not kidding about these books.
I searched off the coastline. So far, there was no sign of any other survivors from the wreck or any other ships.

For the rest of the morning, I tested the fishing off the coast. A few Eastern Seas Mackerel and Sardines; enough to keep someone from starving to death at least.

I opted to stay for one more night to rest up before heading to the south east again. The journal at least confirmed I was headed in the right direction.