Wraithvine {& companion (?) maybe} finds hirself marooned on a deserted island, though the little patch of sand, coconut palms, and corals might hold more secrets than ze had first thought. -- Anon Guest
The good news, such as it was, was that the ship and crew had survived the storm. The bad news that Wraithvine was the one soul lost. Fifty people lived to see another day, return to their lives, and otherwise be a part of the world.
Wraithvine would evidently be taking longer to do that. Ze was on an island, and could only pick out the distant sails of the ship as a dot near the horizon.
There could be other people on this island. There could be preventable terrors lurking near the depths. There could be a rare chance to avoid any kind of urgency... but that usually meant that there would be backlog to deal with when ze finally returned to the rest of the world.
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