The closer we got to the shore, the stranger the situation became.
My passengers obviously didn't except for us to travel to this exact island, thus when we passed the halfway mark of our journey, their peddling started to slow down, to the point where I was actually the only one providing forward momentum to our boat when we neared the sandy shore.
Maybe it was the taboo they were scared off, maybe the fact that there was no distinguishable line between the sands of the beach and the dust of the desolate land, but something about this island made them just give up any hopes of surviving!
While it made me quite annoyed since I had to do all the work myself now, it was more of superfluous feeling, since from the very beginning I was the one actually doing to most work!
