Moving Island

Eva's cabin

#103 in fantasy, seems like very few writers engage in fantasy writing.

I felt something nudging hard at me, almost like poking. I couldn't pry my eyes open. My whole body was sore and hurt. I probably swallowed a sea-full of water and mollusks. geez my whole body was literally hurting whenever i tried to move a muscle.

I somehow managed to open my eyes, only helping me to a blurry view. I saw someone holding a meter long stick and poking me with it. It was a kid. I figured he was curious, god knows what my body looked like by now. probably like a bloody body hung in a slaughterhouse.

To my surprise somebody came to my rescue. It was a woman, about the age of my mother and clad in native clothes. I figured I washed to some island inhabited by them.

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I opened my eyes and found myself in a small cabin. Big brown gullible eyes stared at me with astonishment. When I looked at the cute kid, he hid himself on his mother's lap. I started getting up.

"don't force yourself son, you have some really bad wounds. They'd open up and hurt more. Rest.", the lady spoke. " I am Eva" she added.

I looked at my body covered with something like a green paste. My ribs still hurt and head was throbbing really bad. I mumbled a thank you to her.

It was morning outside, evident from the streaks of light coming into the messy cabin. I watched the kid play inside with some wooden toys. I couldn't help but smile at my close encounter with death. After a little while I realised Vincent was absent. I tried recalling the events but my head hurt bad. I started worrying but it was my least concern now as I slowly fell into a deep comforting sleep.

I woke up to the smell of delicious food. The kind lady had served a dish that smelled and looked amazing. I could spot clams and lobsters. I devoured it whole.

"Thank you very much for saving me, hmm... the food is delicious and I am James by the way", I told her.

She smiled at me and didn't say anything.

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A week had passed and now I was feeling way better. I could move my muscles and walk. I walked outside to the beach. The woman and the kid had gone somewhere. I started going around and the scenic beauty was captivative. suddenly someone caught my hand and jerked me inside the cabin. It was Eva. " don't ever go out, they will kill you" she galred at me.

" What are you talking about? who's going to kill me", I asked,

" lets say some people won't like my act of saving you, you are an outsider and the chief doesn't like outsiders." Eva told me with fear in her eyes.

I didn't say anything to that. I didn't want to flood her with any questions. turns out I already put her in enough troube when she saved me. I just wanted to get out of here.

"You could take one of my fishing boats and sail off of here. You are pretty well to embark on the journey. I'm sorry but you will only put your life in more danger by staying here any longer". She explained.

I decided to escape at night to avoid being spotted by whoever chief she was talking about. I was really scared. I didn't want to die again. well first time was close.

.....It was night and my time to leave had come. I said my goodbyes to Eva and his little son Angelo who I grew somewhat attatched to but I also had to find Vincent for I was the reason he had to go through all the danger.

I was pushing the boat against the difficult sand and was about to to row off the island until I heard something. " Hey who's there", I put all my efforts on the oars and tried to get to the corner of the closest ravine to hide but it didn't work out.

Someone had thrown fishermen nets on me. They had sharp points and it wasn't long when I was tangled in smelly nets and was dragged against the sand.

Author's note

James is in big trouble. Will he be able to get out the mess he's got into? stick around to know more.