- 001 - written, action on Isla Empieza

[oneofthelost]

[written:]

Four possibilities:
new kind of nightmare
illusion
psychotic break with extreme delusions/hallucinations
reality

All of these are extremely possible. Three of them, I can't do anything about. So, I'm going to assume all of this is actually real. If it's not, well, then I'm either dead anyway or safely strapped down to a bed and on meds.

So. My name is Alex. I'm from Rhode Island.

Read the little welcome message from "Scurvey Dog" and looked at the fountain with its poem or whatever.

I know jackshit about sailing, but I'm pretty good at archery, learning swordfighting, and I can definitely pull my own weight with physical labor. So. Yeah.


[Action:

Alex can mostly be found milling around near Backwater Brig and a few inns, checking prices.

She really is as calm as she sounds, though she's a curious creature, peeking into different places. She can be caught around most parts of the town at some point in the day. After the sun sets, good luck finding her. Though she'll be answering the journal throughout the night.]

Comments

voice

[highseasmods]

Will you come join me? My needs are so few and it is very lonely out here in the dark.

[written]

[bepobear]

[Out of all of that, out of everything said, one thing got his eye. . .--He wrote in tiny print, but with a few sloppy blotches or smudges.]

Where's Rhode Island?

[What? It might be near by, which would explain his not knowing THIS island, and the smell of the sea was wrong too.]

written;

[wantsarobotgarden]

I think this is reality, even if people don't want to admit it. Although, where's Rhode Island? Maybe it could be here if it's an island.