The Crash Site

[blindandlost]

It doesn't matter who you are. It doesn't matter how you were travelling. All that matters is the Island, and the Island wants you. All are drawn to the same stretch of shoreline; your plane suddenly loses power and drops from the sky to crash into the sand. Your boat runs aground. Your helicopter plows a deep furrow until the blades tangle and catch in the thick growth of the jungle.

However it happened, now you're here. You belong to the Island. There might be something salvageable in the debris, but no matter what you find, no matter who is with you, one thing is certain:

You are lost.

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[hatchworthy]

Hatchy moved back to put his own weight against the tear again, glancing around as he did so. "It is very fiery. the Spine. But I am not anymore." That was one good thing, right? At least he wasn't actually on fire as they were talking.

After a moment of silence, he added: "There are people. here." With fewer wars behind him than his older brothers, it had been a very long time since Hatchworth had seen bodies.