A lone young woman stood in the ocean, the gentle waves lapping around her tanned legs. She furrowed her brow in concentration as her eyes peered down into the clear depths of the sea. That was a plus about living on an island your entire life, no one polluted the ocean. You could see straight down to the bottom no matter how far you treaded out…
Well…
Maybe not anywhere you swam in it, but it was pretty darn clear. She bit her lip as the shimmering bodies of fish swam around her, an attempt to keep back a squeal. If she was caught outside of the tribe’s lines she would be dead, if not from her Mother’s stern lecture then by some unnatural force that just happened to intervene at the time.
That was always her luck. If she didn’t want one thing to happen, it happened. If she pretended like she wanted the thing to happen in an attempt to outsmart luck, it still happened. She had no luck, but that’s just something you learn to cope with.
She tightened her fist around the wood of the spear in her hand, as if reassuring herself it was still there. Her eyes locked on the rainbow of colors shimmering off of the scales of one particularly large fish swimming dangerously close to her range. She didn’t like the idea of thrusting the obsidian tipped spear into the fish, at all.
But she had saved a life yesterday… The life of a very handsome young boy…
And despite her disgust of killing the fish, she intended for this boy to live.
Along with the other people he was on the beach with, she reminded herself. Closing her eyes she felt the tip of the spear enter the fish, pulling it back out of the salty water with ease. She scanned over the animal, decided that it wasn’t poisonous, and carelessly threw it into the basket floating beside her. Three other good sized fish were in that basket, she didn’t know their exact names, but she knew they wouldn’t kill you.
Probably.
She turned on her heel to scan the area around her once more, somehow managing to send her partly lowered spear into her upper thigh.
Luck, why aren’t you ever on my side? She wondered inwardly as she pressed onto the wound, which began to bleed profusely. She grabbed the basket, deciding that was enough and limped to the sandy shore.
Maybe I could… Get some other stuff too…
Like… Cabbage or… Something.
Beans?
No, beans are all too young to harvest right now…
Suddenly, as pointed green tops caught her eyes, she knew what she would have.
Carrots!
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“We’re going to die.”
“No, we’re not.”
“Yeth. We are.”
“No, Becky. We. Are. Not.”
“Yup, we are all forever doomed to thspend the rethst of our unlucky liveths on thiths GOD FORTHAKIN ITHLAND!”
“Becky.” Art warned through clenched teeth. She had only been awake for two hours, and she was already planning this girl’s death. She was kneeled beside A young girl on their life raft. The poor girl was absolutely terrified, hiding her tear stained face behind her brown hair and trembling hands. She mumbled something about ghosts before backing away from Art, as if she was some kind of serial murderer.
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