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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 3:00 pm
This is the beach where the men wash up to shore. 
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 3:08 pm
 The water washed up against Allison's leg as she lay face down in the sand. The ship had crashed into what the captain believed to be a rock, and sank. Allison was unconscious now, but as her crew mates woke up and started to look around they didn't have an idea where they were. One of them went to Allison and shook her trying to get her up. He noticed that she was barely breathing, and pushed her over so that he could get at her mouth and chest.
He signaled for one of the other guys to help him, and worked on getting the water out of Allison's lungs. After two long minutes she sat bolt upright, almost running into Mathew one of the guys who was on the ship, and coughed up water onto the beach. She sucked in air two fast, and had to cough again. Looking around she noticed that all of the guys had survived, and were now looking down at her to see if she was okay. She nodded and one of them helped her up as she tried to brush off some of the wet sand that was clinging to her hair and clothes.
They must be on some sort of island, but she could not place where exactly they were. She asked if any of them had a map, but as they checked their pockets everyone one of them came up empty. Looking out at the ocean Allison sighed, "Now what are we going to do?" she said to herself as she sat down on the beach. They guys were suggesting building a fire of start a camp or something, but no one took any move to do anything. Allison just traced a picture in the sand as she would be no help in any of that stuff. She was only good at singing, piano, and biology.
That was the reason she was on the ship in the first place. She was studying to become a marine biologist, and so were some of the other guys standing around fighting over what to do. They were all trying to come up with some scientific way to go about this, but Allison just thought that they should sit there until another ship came along. She didn't say this however, because they all seemed content on their own arguments. She watched a crab crawl up onto shore and went over it's species in her head as she watched it crawl across the beach.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 8:50 pm
Samuel had been out in the garden enjoying the sunlight when he heard the patrolman coming up towards the large home. He had seen this happen many a times, he’d been here a long long time now. He couldn’t tell someone how long he’d been here, and he still looked almost the age that he’d been when he’d washed up on shore and went through what those souls who’d washed up went through. He was one of the first to have washed up on the island, and one of the few from his ship to still be on the island. Others over time had disappeared as the others like to put it. But he knew what had happened. The same thing that had happened to those that didn’t make the cut to live here, the same as those who refused to meet the queen. Just as they were killed he was sure the others followed the same sort of path. But it was done much more quietly, and not in front of the other men on the island. Probably so as to not induce something that the queen could not control. His companion was still alive and thriving though, he was one of her gardeners and the plants had been thriving since the man arrived. Not to mention he seemed to entertain the queen almost as well as he favored companion and toy.
Watching Jeremy return outside and seeing him motioning to him, and a few of the others that happened to be outside he stood up and rolled his shoulders to loosen the muscles in his back. He knew this drill and he knew what would happen. Jeremy had a sort of short sword on him and Samuel himself as well as the others who’d been motioned too had daggers and such. They had all killed before and were chosen for this job because they were the right personality and mentality for it. The trek to the beach wasn’t a long one, it was even pleasant in the warm weather. His thin white shirt was unbuttoned and open. It was much too hot to keep it completely buttoned. His shorts were plain and black, they fit well and though he was an old world man he looked much more modern now, since the queen often chose how he dressed and how to cut his hair.
Upon the clean and bright sand he and the others spotted what Jeremy had been speaking of. His eyes scanned the number of men there as Jeremy announced that they were to come back with them to the queens manor. To her palace to be judged. It was a significant little speech which had changed little over the years. Samuel watched the crowd and noticed a woman standing among the men. Sound faded and he felt something burn in his chest. He knew this feeling, it was similar to how he felt with the queen when she drew him in and he played as he companion and toy. But this was significantly different, the feeling wasn’t fleeting and the longer he watched her the worse it became. Someone shook his shoulder a little and he snapped out of it looking confused as he stared back at the other male who’d broken his trance like state. He saw Jeremy pulling his blade back from the stomach of a man who’d probably resisted. The others took a clue from this and seemed more ready to leave now. He nodded to the other. “Follow me.” He called to them from where he stood a little ways off. Then turned and lead the way back to the manor and into the main entrance, with the others flanking the group and Jeremy bringing up the rear.
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