Guardian

You walk along the beach for a dozen minutes, trying to judge how far it curves. You aren't great at mental maps, but the thought is welcome distraction from more unpleasant thoughts about your situation. Eventually, you estimate you could probably walk around the shore in a single day, if it keeps curving at the same rate. Although, it seems a bit odd an island this small has a mountain. Maybe its one of those underwater mountains that peaks above the surface? You were never that great at geology.

While walking, you keep an eye out for anything sharp in the sand. You've read some books with these kinds of situations before, so you have a basic idea of what you might need to do, although you doubt you'll be making a waterproof shelter anytime soon.



Something shiny catches your eye, and you pick it up. You brush off the sand, and it turns out to be a piece of metal sharpened along one edge. You wonder what it was doing here, you can't see any sign of what it broke off from and it doesn't have the jagged edges you'd expect from a fragmented piece of scrap. But you're not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. You take it with you.

You thoughts turn to shelter. There are still a few hours left in the day before it gets dark, but you know you really should try to find a somewhere or make something before then. You don't see anything along the sand, so you head into the trees.



Someway in, you pull yourself onto a fallen log to get a better view. You can barely see the shore from here, and further on, it seems like the trees get thinner near the mountain's base. The trees are several times your height and have numerous branches, you reckon you could probably climb them. A few of the them even have some kind of spiky fruit that you don't recognise hanging from their limbs. Closer to the ground, several bushes and flowers bloom, none of which you recognise. You don't see any animals yet, although youre still pretty sure they're around.