Chapter Two: The Island

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I awoke on the island, wishing that I were home. I decided that now would be a good time to explore my surroundings. I couldn't venture too far, as it appeared to be a big island. I stood up, and walked into the neighboring jungle.
It's hot today. I try to stay in the shade as much as possible. As the day progressed, I discovered many small caves, yet the last one I found puzzled me. It was locked with an iron gate.
"What the hell?" I said, inching closer to the cave. Nothing about this is natural. As I get closer, I hear a man's voice.
"I don't care how many god-damn men we lose! I want it done now!"
I am not alone this island. But from the sound of it, they are not friendly. I ducked into the bushes to hide from the sound of impending footsteps.
"And one last thing, if I EVER catch any of you trying to steal from me again, I'll rip your arms off, AND BEAT YOU WITH THEM! Am I clear?"
Yep. Not friendly. I made a quick and quiet getaway to my campsite. After today one thing is certain; I have to get out of here.

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