The newcomer had passed out after the bejeweled volcano's. He had slept for quite some time. The next time he woke, he sat up vary slowly. He had just realized that he was ashore. Being on the water, or being on shore? He was not sure honestly, which one was worse at this point. But he was terrified! He moved very slowly, and looked over the edge of his boat.
He was in a village. There were faint sounds of people screaming. Some of the hunts were on fire, while other huts were decimated, yet still there were some with gigantic holes in them. He was shaking! He did not know what was going on. Why did everything sound so far away?
He rubbed his ears. He had sweat clogging them. When he cleaned them out, he wished he hadn't! The screams were death rolls now. He could even hear the gurgles in their voices. He was shaking so badly he had no clue what was going on.
