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located in Castaway Island, a part of Castaway and Forgotten, one of the many universes on RPG.

Castaway Island

Nobody may ever find out what happened to these kids... or will they?

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Thomas awoke with a throbbing head ache. Felt as though someone was driving a chisel through his skull. He hasn't remembered drinking the night before, or remembered the night before at all. The last thing he could recall was talking to his roommate on the ship Ralph, just before dinner. Something about 'Let loose man, you have to enjoy yourself here!'. If only he knew where here was, as his eyes adjusted to the bright sun he peered around the beach. "What the fuck" he said as he saw that he was the only one there. His clothes were coated in salt and soaked through. He noticed his hiking backpack under the seat in front of him. It was a special addition survival backpack, waterproof. As well as a tin crate screwed on to the inside of the boat. It required a key, which he obviously didnt have. 'This is a fucked up joke' he thought to himself before standing and looking around once more.

"Anyone here?" He called out, to which was no reply. Panic began to swell up as he recalled the storm they had entered was rough and made him sick to his stomach being a land lover, he had gone to lie down and eventually fell asleep. He frantically searched through his memory and could faintly recall waking up to a thunderous explosion. But then feeling a great pain seconds later and losing consciousness. He must've been knocked unconscious. "Is anyone else here!?" He yelled once more to the top of his lungs, his voice was hoarse and raspy from dehydration, lips chapped and burning from the seas salt. He finally sat down slowing his breathing, focusing on it to get his heart rate under control. Just like he had trained to do so many times before. As reason came again he strengthened his resolve 'If this isn't a joke, it's real, start acting like it' he searched his bag for anything of use. In the outermost pocket he found his multi-tool. Having worked construction with his friends father and friend, he never left home without it. Something always needed fixing wherever he had gone.

Pocketing that he continued his search finding a dry clean pair of socks and underwear which he chose to hold off on wearing. He took his current pair off, rolling up his pant legs and taking off then subsequently tying his shoes to the pack. He planned to walk down the beach a ways barefoot, maybe he'd find a fishing village. Hopefully he'd find someone. Remembering the box he took his multi-tool out, it was a limited edition kurshaw multi-tool having all sorts of odds and ends ranging from a pair of pliers to a bottle open. In this case he changed it out to reveal a Philips screwdriver which he used to jimmy the lock. After his success it revealed a small sturdy hatchet. 'Jackpot' he thought to himself as he hoisted it up. Most of the weight was in the head but it was balanced slightly by some weight in the pummel. Luckily it had a rope that you could put your hand through whilst holding the shaft. It gave your wrist more support and it'd be harder to lose. Instead Thomas improvised tying it to his pack alongside his shoes. After he put his old pair of salt crusted socks in the secondary pocket, and his fresh pair plus underware with his hoody in the main pocket.

He jumped from the boat, but before heading off he decided to pull the life boat itself to the tree line. Which was about 50 yards off. So after a tiring hour or so of pushing and pulling he was confident enough that high tide would not pull it out to sea, he was off. His legs and arms burned with lack of water and he was hungry. Pushing the thought of wants into the depth of his mind, he walked down the coast absorbing the afternoons suns rays.