Origins in Realism (HermitCraft Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: A Pile of Rags

 Things had gone well enough. Biffa was awake, Kiershar was awake, There was plenty of food around and the prospect fo being rescued was very likely. At least, Xavier thought so. Harold agreed; however Kiershar was skeptical, seeing as he had no clue where the island they were on was, save for it being somewhere in the South Pacific. As for Biffa... Some sort of injury to the head made him a bit punch-drunk. Harold Davis tried to have a conversation with him, while Kiershar and Xavier were out scouting the area, but couldn't really understand where Biffa's ideas came from.

"So... I heard you tried to cross to ocean on... what was it, a Jet Ski?" He asked one time.

"You... you've got a watch on you... Y-you're gonna hypnotize my with that thingy thingymabob... I'm gonna call you the hypnotist, because you've got a funny watch, but it'll be spelled with a "z" because you-you've got a funny... a funny... a... hat, yeah, that's it, so it'll go like 'H', 'Y', 'P', 'N', 'O'... where was I?"

"Forget I asked," Harold muttered. Around that time, Kiershar wandered back into the camp. He looked a bit stressed, almost in a state of shock.

"What happened to you," Harold asked inquisitively, "And what happened to the other guy?"

"He's got no face, that's what happened," Biffa said, "Don't mind me, I'm just here with Mr. Hypno here."

"Forget him. What happened?"

"X is over there, just beyond that tree line. He's found... just come over and see for yourself," Kiershar said, still behind a heavy accent.

The two walked over there, leaving Biffa behind to come to his senses. There, they saw Xavier and... Some old man. The old man wore an old fishing jacket and some torn up pants, but that wasn't his most distinct feature. He had a long, light gray beard that obscured most of his face, but had very little hair on his head.

"He claims his name is 'B', nothing more, and he's been the only resident of this island for quite some time," Xavier stated.

"So, what, he's like a hermit who lives here," Harold asked. Kiershar nodded.

"Yes; I don't know if he has any connections with the outside world, though. If we end up getting rescued, which is inevitable, Mr. Kiershar, we can bring him back with us," Xavier added on.

"True; however, nobody knows that we are here, so our chances of being rescued are minimal," Kiershar argued.

"However, open waters are often surveyed by military personnel, and we could be discovered easily."

"That's claimed waters, you ignorant fool, to get discovered in open waters, we need a functioning radio transmitter, which we don't have!"

"Maybe this guy has one!"

"Maybe he doesn't!"

The two were too busy arguing to hear the sound of rushing propellers and a fain explosion. Harold, however, did turn around and saw a small plane falling from the sky, pulling in towards the island. He began running, forcing Xavier and then Kiershar and B to follow.

Shaun had decided to head to the back of the plane, merely to take a quick break from flying. Thomas could manage for a little while. The plane shook. Keralis stood up and walked towards the cockpit. The plane shook harder this time, causing Shaun to fall onto the floor. Raymond, the American, pulled open the overhead box and pulled out the emergency oxygen supply, then pulling Shaun up and giving him one. He took it, looking over to see the Danish guy pass out. Then something truly horrific: Shaun looked up to see the entire front half of the plane break off, and the image of a beach could be seen. He saw the unconscious Sokar fly out from his seat and land on some sort of metal object. Raymond was not only grasping his oxygen masque, but was fumbling around for a bag. The sensation of falling ceased. Shaun stood up, only to feel dizzy and fall back down again. After a few minutes, he stood back up and looked around. He and Raymond were the only ones in the cabin. He walked out, to see... an oddly dressed man.

"Hello, my name is Biffa, and I'm here with my friends. Who are you and what's with mister red eyes over there?" It was accurate, Raymond had made his way out of the fuselage. Keralis and Thomas, however, were nowhere to be seen.

Harold came running to see Biffa, who was speaking avidly with a pilot and a man wearing a red tee-shirt.

"Look, here comes Hypno now," Biffa yelled, partially at Harold.

Harold looked over to a large pile of rags near the pilot, but upon arriving, he noticed that it wasn't a pile of rags. "Hello, my name is Harold, and I would say that meeting you here would be the strangest thing that's happened all week, but look where we are," he said, attempting a bit of lighthearted humor before noticing what the pile of rags was.

"Oh my Lord!" He exclaimed, looking at the mangled body below, "wh... who is that?"

"That," the pilot said, in an Australian accent, "was Adam Sokar."