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A dark, mysterious force passes over and knocks the men overboard *loud howling, with a low whispering on the wind*

[[OOC: Ohms said he'd post tonight after work. :| ]]

  The heat of the day bore down on the two men like the oppressive fist of an overlord. The jungle was steaming as the water deposited from the nights storm boiled off. The saunas Ohlaholf enjoyed so much in the hard winters of the north were nothing compared to this, but the overwhelming hunger in his belly was forgoing any complaints. Alrik was several yards to his left, moving with the deftness that was his profession. Ohmlaholf had been right, and the captain sent the two men to acquire food and water. The water was going to be easy, they had heard the rumbling of a river nearly the minute they entered the forest. Ohmlaholf began to run towards the sound, when Alkin pulled him short.

  “Slowly me big friend, remember, where there is water, there is also food.” Alkin said, removing an arrow from his makeshift quiver and notching it in the string of his bow. “You go that way,” he continued as he pointed to the left, “If you see something, flush it my way. I will be ready,” he concluded as he silently moved off.

  Ohmlaholf was not a great hunter. He was good enough with snares and the occasional trap, but Alkin was a master. Ohmlaholf was glad to have him in the forest alongside him. Ohmlaholf’s mind wondered as he made his way closer to the sound of the river. He wondered if there were any others alive. How were they going to get off this island? He continued along, deep in thought until he heard a cracking sound over the rush of water. He stopped and strained to hear better. Yes, he had heard something; it was measured footfalls to his left. He crouched and looked in the direction of the noise. There it was, a deer like animal, but massive. Nearly the size of a bear. The antlers were reaching out like clawed fingers over its brow. It move about, sporadically tilting its head to grab a bit of moss on the ground. Ohmlaholf slowly moved towards the beast as silently as he could. Finally, within a few yards off the beast, Ohmlaholf stood up and grabbed the things attention. Its muscles tensed as it readied for flight when…

Thuuump.

  The creature fell to the ground Alkin’s arrow protruding from its chest. “Nice job,” Alkin waved, “perfect timing, having him stand erect gave me the perfect target,” he continued as he moved towards the deer-like thing. Ohmlaholf beamed as the two friends meet again over the beast, getting to the job of skinning and carving on the deer. He liked his friend. And a compliment from him was always pleasant.

  The friends made short work of the beast, packing the meat on the skin and creating a makeshift litter of branches and Ohmlaholf’s leather throngs to drag the heavy load back to the camp. Alkin stayed with the prize as Ohlaholf jogged to the river to fill the few water skins the group had. The water was cool and tasted fantastic on Ohmlaholds tongue. He drank heavily and filled the water skins and returned to Alkin, offering up some of the water.

  The men took turns dragging the litter of meat through the underbrush and over fallen limbs. The trek was hard, but Ohmlaholf knew, with the fire already going, it wouldn’t take long until his belly was going to be more than full. The two companions had made it quite a way into the forest on their hunt and when they come to its boundary, they were several miles from their camp, around a jut in the forest judging from the smoke billowing from the pyre. The two continued around the jut when they ran head long into a ship.

  Half buried in the sand, the vessel was like none the two had seen before. It was a longboat to be sure. Judging by the age of the timbers, the ship was ancient. Ohmlaholf continued around the ship, surveying the seaworthiness of it. The hull was amazingly tight fitting. It probably took little tar to keep the joints from leaking. The aft of the ship was almost completely covered with sand, but in all, it looked like it could be excavated. Thirty feet in length, this vessel hand the bones of a powerful ship. With Alkin’s help, Ohmlaholf made purchase on the rail at the lowest part of the aft of the ship and catapulted over to the deck.

  “The mast is splintered and the deck opened up all over,” he called to his friend, searching for a rope to throw over. Finding one and securing it to the rail, he tossed it down. Quickly, Alkin was by his side.

  “Looks rough,” he said to his big companion, “Whatcha think?”

  “Can’t tell for sure, but it looks like it might just float, with a few minor repairs and some pitch. We should look in the hold for supplies and see if there is any damage below,” Ohmlaholf said, as he head for a large hole towards the stern.

  The two lowered themselves into the cargo hull and began looking about. The many openings in the deck cast light about the hull that danced about like fairies in the night. Old arms littered the floor of the hold. Axes, swords, shovels, and many other implements carried in most ships of adventure, were strewn about, all in various levels of rusting and degrading. Food stores in barrels had long since decayed or been eaten by animals and vermin. Further into the hold, the two found the reason for the beached ship. A three foot hold was ripped into the vessel.

  “Other than the gash, it looks like we hit the jackpot,” Ohmlaholf said to Alkin as they returned to the sand. “We need to get this food and water back to the captain and move the camp here. I think with a little work, we can return to the sea fairly quickly.” This lightened Ohmlaholf mood greatly, and he increased his steps.

He would be back at sea soon he thought.

Very soon….

i totally flaked on this, but i wanted to point out that the word 'jackpot' was not around until around 1870-1880

Argh.  It was going so well the first hour.

now, one of you two get me a taco

Pity this thread died.

what does that have to do with anything?

well thats bull. learn dang it. romans were supposedly smart people. they can learn!

congratulations on your birthday.

so would most others too

naa, im good. i dont drink things from strangers. some weird things happend last time i did....

[insert scary/emotional flashback here]

So are we reviving this thread for real or what?

Good to see you, Jonny!

lol, i dont even know what this thread was about to begin with

Wow, Jonny Bacardi! Great to see you are still around!

Septim, as much as I would like to truely revive this entire thread, I fear I do not have the necessary spare time on my hands for such an initiative. I do have just enough to part-take though.

Its great to be back guys. Although I too, am not as active as I used to be.