Morgano Island

"Lucy."

The sun was now completely up. With the help of natural light and my glow stick, we were able to see drawings carved out on the side of the rocky walls. 5 people, presumably the 5 teenagers who had died there, were holding up a knife. The knife was detailed exactly the way my knife was. There were stars and a moon. Also, a creature on all fours, which was probably a wendigo. Walking around the cave, we notice a couple things that stood out. Three pairs of slippers and one pair of sneakers lay at the farthest corner. Also, fresh berries were scattered around the floor. "Where do you think they are?" asked Bryant. "I wish I knew, so I could fuck them all up!" I choked. Just then, we hear a loud cry. The wendigo had either broken his way free, or there was another one out there. What kills me the most, is that we think monsters are only visible at night. These 2 wendigo's we saw were not afraid of the light. "There has to be another way off this island Mike." Bryant said. "We can't be stuck here forever Bryant." I reassured. Bryant lets out a shaky breath. "I know." For an hour or so, we stayed seated in the dim cave, listening to any signs that might indicate life. After 30 more minutes we had built up the courage to make a run for it. Slowly we get up and leave the cave. Once we were outside, we swim to the end of the pool and start running towards the beach. Whilst I was running I noticed a glowing, green trap door that had writing on it. Being out of breath and not wanting to turn back, I kept it to myself until it would have been a relevant topic. "What now?" I asked. We looked around, hoping our boat would magically be there. And there Lucy was. At the very same campfire where she'd disappeared, she re-appeared. Out of pure excitement, we ran screaming. Practically diving inside, I start the motor but to no avail. No sound or anything. "Check the back, Bryant." I demanded. Bryant checks the back and I could hear him mumble. "It's gone." The 500-pound motor was gone. Bryant starts pacing, his face turning red. "What do they fucking want!" he shouted. "Why are they doing this?" We don't even know who we are talking about, but we just refer to them as, "They." Why would 'they', give us the boat, but take the motor? We had only begun to get out of the boat to go and find the motor when a shriek was heard off to the distance. I pulled Bryant by the shoulder, signaling him to get inside the first floor of the boat. This boat was huge. There was no way someone could have taken the motor out without some assistance. Bryant and I got inside the closet of the boat and listened to any noises.