In October of nineteen fifty-seven, three men set sail off of the coast of Oregon on a weekend fishing trip, on a boat named Arrogance and Euphoria. It's captain, Harold Armstrong, was careless in his actions. The other two, were, if anything, worse. One, Carlos Morana, brought several cases of beer. The other, Benedict Brunswicksburgh, who was commonly referred to as B, seemed to not care if anything happened to the others.
It was eight in the evening. Armstrong and Morana were drunk. B was asleep. The Arrogance and Euphoria hit high waters, and drifted out into the open sea.
Three weeks since Armstrong and his friends went missing, and a polished, yet partially rotten board washed up on the west shore of Kauai. A local man picked it up whilst walking his dog, and then saw something. Two men, unconscious, washed up on the shore shortly after, followed by a flimsy raft of old deck boards, strung together with frayed pieces of rope. Their families identified them, as Armstrong and Morana.
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FanficAn idea I had to retell the HermitCraft story in a dramatic and realistic manner. Please note - I recognise that the Hermits are real people and I do not intend to make fun of any one. I do not associate myself with the HermitCraft server or communi...
