Origins in Realism (HermitCraft Fanfiction)

Chapter Three: The American

 Biffa was still unconscious. Xavier Ventman, covered in sand, bent over his friend, still a bit wet from being submerged for several minutes. It was now about mid-morning, and Xavier had pulled Biffa over to the small island late the previous night. He had spent the night on the beach, and his friend hadn't yet stirred. The boat which he had arrived in had crashed onto a rather jagged rock, and seemed beyond repair.

Xavier got up, and walked towards the lush centre of the island. He heard rustling- probably just some animal. Then the snap of a twig. He saw a bush, close to the ground, and was about to pull it aside- see what it was that was, when

"Hey!" "Hey!"

He turned around, half expecting Biffa to be awake. But it wasn't. Floating, out in the ocean, were two people, on what appeared to be a punctured rubber raft.

"Hey! You there," one of them called. "Can you help?"

It appeared to be a trick of the light, that made them seem so far out. Upon a closer look, the two men in the boat were only a couple yards off of the shore. He waded out into the warm water, going as far as he could comfortably. It was here that he got his first good look at the two. One, the one who had been calling, was wearing a black jacket and torn trousers, and a gold pocket-watch suspended on a chain around his neck. He also wore a black bandana tied around his head. The other was unconscious, and harder to see. The man was gaunt and pale, with sunken eyes and neatly trimmed hair. He was hanging over the side of the raft, and Xavier was only able to see a navy blue blazer over a white tuck shirt. He swam out and began to get ahold of the raft. It indeed was punctured, and sinking, all the while the man in the bandana, who was American, judging by his accent, kept calling out.

"Hey, you... " he said, not yelling this time.

"Yeah," Xavier replied. The man in the bandana stammered, but said nothing. "Well, what is it?"

"Thanks."

"No problem," he replied. "Do you have a name?"

"Harold," the man replied. "This man is Kiershar."

"Well, Harold, my name is Xavier, and we ended up here by boat as well."

"Hell of a coincidence," Harold stated. Xavier and Harold came back to see Biffa, finally awake and sitting up.

"This is Biffa, I crashed here with him," Xavier said to Harold. They picked Kiershar up and out of the raft, and laid him near Biffa..

"Good morning, Marsha, I'll have a cuppa tea and some of those lovely scones from the Bakery," Biffa muttered cheerfully, half slurring his words, before he fell back to the sandy ground.

Xavier grabbed Biffa and sat him up. "X, why is your suit green?" He said.

I apologize for the sub-par dialogue; I'm not that great at it.