The pirates came to shore and started gathering food and water. There were plenty of coconuts and regretfully rabbits to collect.
"Don't let your guard down." The old man passed by and whispered. He didn't have to tell me, I'd been on my guard from the get-go.
I was gathering my things. My bag seemed a little heavier than usual but it was probably because the old man had stuffed worthless things inside. I didn't want to bother with them so I just kept things as they were.
This island had a lot going for it. There was life, there was death and the undead were sandwiched in between. But to leave it after two months, everything felt surreal.
